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THE HEART THAT KEPT ON GOING NO MATTER WHAT!


I was born on June 18, 1980 at Queen of the Valley Hospital.
My mom and dad were so excited because they thought I was a
boy, but since I was a girl they named me Louise Antoinette Torres.

Before I had a chance to leave the hospital I had to have a
whole bunch of tests. The doctors found out that I had a
heart defect. The doctor said I had to have heart surgery.
I had to stay in the hospital for a long time.

In August of 1987 I had some surgery again. I had to have
a pacemaker put in my stomach! My little friend goes with
me everywhere and whenever I need her she is there. As I
grew older, people used to tease me all of the time but I
got used to it. I had a pacemaker that was on the outside
of me. One time when they were changing it, the batteries
just popped out and I got so dizzy!

That same day they found out that I had I.T.P. That is a
blood problem. It has something to do with my platelets.
Now I have to have a man call me on the telephone and my mom
connects some wires from me to a little pad. Then you put
the telephone on the pad and the man takes pictures of how
my pacemaker is working. I have to go to the doctor every
week and I have to get a blood test every time I go. One
time a boy who was about 12 or 14 years old started crying
when he got a shot. Right when the lady poked me with a shot,
I started laughing!

Now I am doing a little bit better, but I still feel like a
mummy wrapped in a cage. My mother doesn't let me go anywhere!
My dad does but my mom...Gosh! I want to go to my next door
neighbor's house but she won't let me unless she is there. I
wish I could go anywhere. My doctor says to let me go places,
let me play with my friends, but do they listen? No! It sometimes
is not fair. Sometimes it's fun and sometimes's it isn't,
but I still have to keep on going the way I was made.

Written by: Louise Antoinette Torres
Writing Celebration 1989 - 4th Grade
Dona Merced Elementary


The above "story" Louise wrote and submitted to the Writing Celebration -- and won first place in her school.
We had no "idea" that she even wrote this story and submitted it,until she told us
she had won! We were always so proud of her!

Louise loved writing stories and her main "subject" was herself. I guess she wanted everyone
to know "what she was going through in the inside" so to speak.


(an excerpt from Danielle Steel's book "The Gift"):
"....Maybe some people just aren't meant to be in our lives forever.
Maybe some people are just passing through...
maybe they get it all done faster than the rest of us.
They don't need to stick around for a hundred years to get it all right.
They get it down real quick...it's like...some people just come through our lives to bring us something,
a gift, a blessing, a lesson we need to learn, and that's why they're here.

She taught you something. I'll bet...about love, and giving,
and caring so much about someone...that was her gift to you.
She taught you all that and then she left.
Maybe she just didn't need to stay longer than that.
She gave you the gift, and then she was free to move on...
she was a special soul...you'll have that gift forever."




An Angel's Kiss


We go through life so often,
not stopping to enjoy the day.
And we take each one for granted,
As we travel on our way.

For in your pain and sorrow,
An Angel's Kiss will help you through,
This kiss is very private,
For it is meant for only you.

We never stop to measure,
Anything we just might miss.
But if the wind should blow by softly,
You'll feel an Angel's Kiss.

A kiss that is sent from heaven,
A kiss from up above.
A kiss that is very special,
From someone that you love.

So when, your hearts are heavy,
And filled with tears and pain,
And no one can console you,
Remember once again...

About the ones you grieve for,
Because you sadly miss.
And the gentle breeze you took for granted,
Was just an Angel's Kiss.

By Peggy Bouse



Valentines Day is celebrated with hearts of every kind,
There's paper hearts and chocolate hearts and hearts that speak our minds
It is a day to express our love, from deep inside our soul,
To acknowledge loved ones in our life and let our feelings show.

Now this day, will be special, in yet another way,
It's been proclaimed, in many states, CHD Awareness Day.
On this day we honor those born with their heart broken,
The world will know of their plight, silent thoughts now spoken.

We will remember loved ones, lost to CHD.
In our souls and in our hearts, forever they will be.
To those who continue the fight each day we are filled with admiration,
Your courage, faith and love for life deserve this celebration.

We also want to recognize, honor and give praise,
To those who keep our hopes alive with their kind and caring ways.
The nurses, doctors, and researchers are part of this day too,
For many hearts that still beat on, we give our thanks to you.

A day of hearts it truly is, hearts of red and gold,
Now add to it a brand new symbol, another heart to hold.
Please remember on this day, those with hearts not perfect,
And everyone who loves someone, with a congenital heart defect.
by Dolly Lee

The poem above was borrowed from My CHD Awareness Page
Many thanks to Logan's mommy, Desiree, for allowing me to share this on Louise's page!



Just like a beautiful long stemmed rose,
Her precious memory grows and grows.
Touching the hearts of all of those she loves,
And like the fragrance of that same rose,
Her love so sweet still flows and flows,
Filling our lives with a warmth,
that shows she's there,
So, like a forever-blooming rose,
The beauty she shared eternally glows,
For deep in our hearts,
Each of us knows....
She lives!!

(Author Unknown)




This webpage is created
In Loving Memory of Louise Antoinette
on January 29, 2002
Last updated: March 15, 2012
2002 - 2012

Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, Love leaves a memory no one can steal.

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