Recipient Stories

Looking back, knowing now what they offer, I wish I had connected with On Angels’ Wings back in 2019 when we experienced our first loss. Because I knew loss was possible, with Jamysen I had simply wanted a family photo in case something unexpected happened… but we were blessed with more than I could have…

Theophilus (Theo) was born at just 25 weeks—a true micro preemie. I just want to give him the best life we possibly can. I never want [a] diagnosis to define him. He’s already done so much more than the doctors ever predicted he would.

His diagnosis and death deeply impacted our lives. We were thrust into a world we didn’t recognize, trying to navigate the deep grief of losing a child while still being parents and attempting to move forward. The aftermath of child loss is a winding road and can be treacherous. We have to learn how to…

We can’t take him out and show him the world like we want to because he gets sick so easily. And when he does, it becomes life-threatening.

The day Maddy was born, we were told she had bleeding on both sides of her brain and her kidneys were showing signs of failure. They only gave her one day to survive, but our little angel fought and lived another two days.

Nothing else can even come close to the support On Angels’ Wings has given us. They continuously check on us and keep our kids’ memories alive. Their organization and support mean everything to me. I’ve made lifelong friendships with people who truly care and understand what I’ve been through.

While it feels so unfair, we also know it’s not something we will fully understand on this side of Heaven. What we do know is that Anna Jess will always be part of our family. She will always be our daughter and the sister to her siblings—three living and one in Heaven. One day, we’ll…

If I could tell another family anything, it would be this: document every single moment. One day, you’ll be so thankful you did. Our memories fade, but photos keep them alive. Some of the images I have from Poppy’s birth show me moments I’d forgotten. They remind me that she was here, she was real,…

I named him Joseph Alexander Dean, after my grandfather who was like a father to me. I held him, memorizing every inch of his face. My eyes flooded with tears, full of love, pride, and heartbreak. My son lived for 41 miraculous minutes. He defied every expectation. And then, he was gone.

Oaklee was declining fast. She was no longer breathing on her own. And I made the hardest decision of my life—to withdraw care. I couldn’t watch her struggle anymore.