Melina Wachter Memorial Foundation

09/28/2025

Beautiful!

𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑾𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝑷𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒌𝒊𝒏
A beautiful poem by Jennifer Giles

This is the story
Of a pumpkin of white
What is its place on this autumn night?
Amidst all the orange and colors of fall
It seems out of place; not belonging at all
But oh what a place, and oh what a story
You see, in its face lies the image of glory

Of babies so small, so incredibly tiny
Perfect in purpose, their souls shining brightly
No less a baby, a child just the same
As one who was held and called by their name
Was my baby a he?
Or was she a she?
What would my child have grown up to be?
Yet bigger than questions and what ifs and whys
Is the comfort they feel when they look to the skies
For their hope is the truth that they so tightly cling
“I’ll know all the answers, understand everything
on the day that God hands my child back to me”

This pumpkin is sweet baby boys and girls
Who never opened their eyes to this world
Never cried, never feared
Protected from pain
Touched by their innocence
We’re never the same
Lives perfect and pure
All things lovely and sweet
And we honor them here
‘Till heaven we meet

This pumpkin is all of the sweet little ones
Whose lives although short were covered in love
In kisses and snuggles, rocking and playing
Their parents not knowing they wouldn’t be staying
But the time that they had they would never trade
Even if they could be saved from the pain
Their cribs may be empty, but the promise remains
One day they’ll hold their babies again

This pumpkin is for all these sweet angel friends
Whose parents all know this isn’t the end
And how they are doing
Tonight up in heaven
Is better than anything we could imagine
Though we’re missing our children
And we’re still on this side
Our hearts will continue to swell with pride
At the special, the wondrous, the out of place things
Like this white pumpkin, and the joy that it brings
A reminder that our children are more than alive
They are perfectly whole, all things are made right

Angel parents, I know there’s still tears to be shed
But I hope that this pumpkin brings peace instead
Our babies are promised forever in heaven
And that’s the best gift we could ever be given.

07/10/2025

This! 😞

For parents who have lost a child, grief is a wound that never fully heals. Time may pass, but the ache remains—a quiet emptiness that settles into the bones. ❤️‍🩹

The world keeps turning, while your heart stays frozen in the moment everything changed. Their absence is everywhere—in birthdays left uncelebrated, milestones unmarked, and dreams that will never come true. 👼🏻

Love doesn’t die. Neither does the longing.

To every bereaved parent carrying this heavy, invisible weight: your pain matters. Your child mattered. And though it may feel like the world has forgotten, you are not alone. 🩵

12/18/2024

https://www.pamperedchef.com/party/oliviawachter1218?redirect=shop-landing-page

I have started a fundraiser for Melina's foundation. With me being out of town all year we weren't able to hold our annual golf tournament and our funds are very low. Anything ordered will not arrive by Christmas but maybe you can find something that you can't live without.
If you have no desire to order anything, please consider making a year end donation directly to our website or send a check to the house. Anything will help us and kids with cancer! Thank you so much for looking!!

06/24/2024

Twenty years ~ wow! I still see it as it just happened. Your life saving bone marrow transplant. I wish you were here. I will take your orb on the beautiful sunset in Florida tonight. You know that I am not home, with our family. I love your sign and I miss you still, everyday, my sweet Boo. 💜💜👼🏼👼🏼
Mike Wachter, Olivia Wachter, Benson Wachter, Herbo Cuts

03/02/2024

I know I have been pretty quiet the last few months ~ but, something exciting is coming!!! Can’t wait to share!!!