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THE WINGS OF AN ANGEL
Nicole Warren, a 2005 graduate of Nativity of Our Lord, wrote this poem in memory of Victoria. It was published in the Anthology of Poetry.
ON THE WINGS OF AN ANGEL
It's times like these when silence means everything
It feels like the universe is bound to descend
Everything just comes crashing down
All all you wish is for an angel that God could send
Water has become abundant
Tears are shed from cheek to cheek
There's a crack in the asphalt that has reached our souls
All our misery and sorrow have begun to leak
Special values are thrown away
Precious lives start to slip
We start to make assumptions
And our minds start to flip
Soon we start to ponder
And realize it was for the better
For God has lifted her up into Heaven
Just like the wind and a feather
All the pain and heartache
Have ceased to exist
In this little soul we call a student
There is nothing left to be risked
She stands tall on the wings of an angel
Head help up high
Always to be watching over us
Like the stars in the midnight sky.
Written by Nicole Warren
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We Love and Remember Victoria
Victoria loved school more than anything else in the world. To keep her memory alive, our family began the Victoria Hillman Emergency Tuition Fund at her school. This pays the school's tuition for a family that is currently undergoing a difficult time. Her school also created the Victoria Hillman Memorial Award, to be awarded to a graduating 8th grader who, like Victoria, exhibits faith and spirituality.
Nativity of Our Lord School also contributed bells for the church. These are rung at the beginning of every Mass. They are sweet, beautiful bells for a sweet, beautiful young lady. When this was announced at her funeral Mass, all I could think of was that line from It's A Wonderful Life, "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings."
I used to tell Victoria's older brother Nicky that he was such a good boy that I believed that God just plucked the wings off one of his angels and sent him to earth to be my son. When I was expecting Victoria, Nicky asked me one time "God won't hurt the baby, will He?" I told him no, of course not. Why would God hurt our baby. "When He plucks off its wings," he answered.
I like to think that on November 9th, Victoria re-grew her wings.
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