Whitney Marie Shreeve

Two years ago today I had been up all night with Whitney because she wouldn't go to sleep and she was so fussy. This wasn't like Whitney, she had been sleeping so well at nights. I was so tired I didn't know what to do and then Travis came into her room and offered to take her on a walk to help her settle down. It was still dark out side on that cool Saturday morning. Travis took Whitney for a walk and I went and tried to get some sleep. After a while they came back and she wasn't crying but we both could tell that she look like she was pretty sick. I gave her some mediation and Travis and a good friend of ours gave her a blessing. She finally feel asleep and slept for a few hours and seemed to be doing a little better. Later that evening we took her to the emergency room that night and waited about an hour and then finally when we got in the doctor came in and said they were going to life light her to the children's hospital in Orlando. It was only a few seconds after the doctor left we watched her take her last breath. There isn't a day that goes by that we don't think about Whitney. We are so grateful to know that we can be together as a family for all eternity and that will be able to see Whitney again.

This is a poem that Travis wrote after that last walk that they took together. He shared this at her funeral.

January, 20 we took our last walk
I was still tired, it was only 4 o’clock

I looked in the stroller and moved the flashlight
Your face was so calm and your eyes were so bright

You looked so relaxed with big eyes and faint smile
I thought to myself “Oh, she’ll last a while.”

I knew in a couple of days you’d be better
I though at that time you were under the weather

We started off again and I said with a sigh
“I could do this every morning for the rest of your life”

Then it came that afternoon
The rest of you life…my promise came true.

But now I sit realizing I lied
For your life had not ended that day that you died

Our Father has given you life everlasting
I hope you are running and skipping and laughing

And I hope that we never take our last walk
Not because we’re not walking, but because there’s no clocks.

Not the ticking of time or the limits or ends
But eternity spent with our family and friends.

Whitney loved this monkey and it was so cute to see her hold it because it was as big as she was.