For Baby Declan's Family.
Donation protected
It is with heavy hearts that we announce the birth and death of baby Declan.
12/4/14 – 12/6/14
Declan Michael Barta is the son of proud parents Katy Estep and Mike Barta.
After a stress free pregnancy, complications arose during labor and delivery and Declan was admitted to the NICU immediately. He died in his daddy’s arms two days later.
There is more to be said and still so much unknown but at this time we ask for your prayers for the Estep/Barta families and friends during this unimaginably painful time.
We ask also for monetary gifts so that medical bills and burial costs can be the last things on their minds. If any is left over they hope to raise awareness and help others suffering through similar circumstances.
Love, Katy's girls
Psalm 139: 14-16
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
12/4/14 – 12/6/14
Declan Michael Barta is the son of proud parents Katy Estep and Mike Barta.
After a stress free pregnancy, complications arose during labor and delivery and Declan was admitted to the NICU immediately. He died in his daddy’s arms two days later.
There is more to be said and still so much unknown but at this time we ask for your prayers for the Estep/Barta families and friends during this unimaginably painful time.
We ask also for monetary gifts so that medical bills and burial costs can be the last things on their minds. If any is left over they hope to raise awareness and help others suffering through similar circumstances.
Love, Katy's girls
Psalm 139: 14-16
I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made.
Wonderful are your works;
my soul knows it very well.
My frame was not hidden from you,
when I was being made in secret,
intricately woven in the depths of the earth.
Your eyes saw my unformed substance;
in your book were written, every one of them,
the days that were formed for me,
when as yet there was none of them.
Organizer
Sarah Downs
Organizer
Winchester, VA