In loving memory of Derek Alan Thiessen   Born Still March 10, 1998 due to meconium asphixiation   I have exhausted myself and every realm of possibility   Looking for an answer   Trying to find a reason   Needing to make it make sense   You've been such a fighter all the way   You made your mom throw up almost every day   You'd wiggle a lot when we poked you   You even kicked your dad a time or two   Your eyes are blue, your skin is fair   And how beautiful is your long curly hair   Your fingers are long, not as long as your feet   Oh God - Why can't you make his heart beat?   Today is the saddest day of my kife   And the answers I will never know   'Cause I have to say goodbye to you   And I never even said hello...   I held you in my arms for a mere second   But I carry you in my heart forever     Written and Read at Derek's funeral by his Auntie Lona   Derek is the son of Douglas and Lisa Thiessen