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Immortal Spirit
Beside me once more,
In peaceful silence,
Softer than a feather
Cast adrift upon the breeze.
In memories,
Your spirit,
Immortal,
Returns.
Chris Roe
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Lamenting
My mind thrashing about, fighting the reality That you are no longer here. My world, so full of your absence, Our house, wasting away in quiet despair. A table setting for one now, if at all; No loathsome smell of magic shave. No sweet aroma of your cologne. Our half empty bed, and no love sounds. Yesterday I reached out for you, forgetting. Called your name again, forgetting. The sound of crying again, my own - Remembering you had returned to dust, And I to loneliness.
Dorothy A. Holmes
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Parents
I'll lend you for a little time
A child of Mine," He said,
"For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he is dead.
It may be six or seven years,
Or twenty two or three;
But will you, 'til I call him back,
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to gladden you,
And should his stay be brief,
You'll have his loving memories
As solace for your grief.
I cannot promise he will stay,
Since all from earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want this child to learn,
I've looked the wide world over
In My search for teachers true,
And from all the throngs that crowd
Life's lanes I've selected you.
Now will you give him all your love,
Not think the labor vain,
Nor hate Me when I come to call
To take him back again?"
I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done."
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
Forever grateful stay;
But should the angels call for him
Sooner than we've planned
We'll brave the bitter grief
That comes and try to understand.
Edgar A. Guest.
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If Tears Could Build A Stairway
If tears could build a stairway
And memories were a lane
We would walk right up to heaven
And bring you back again.
No farewell words were spoken
No time to say goodbye
You were gone before we knew it
And only God knows why.
Our hearts still ache in sadness
And secret tears still flow,
What it meant to lose you
No one can ever know.
But now we know you want us,
to mourn for you no more,
To remember all the happy times,
life still has much in store.
Since you'll never be forgotten, we
pledge to you today, a hallow
place within our hearts.
Author Unknown
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Gates of Prayer - Reform Judaism Prayer Book
As long as we live, they too will live; For they are now a part of us:
As we remember them!
At the rising sun and at its going down we remember them.
At the blowing of the wind and in the chill of winter we remember them.
At the opening of the buds and in the rebirth of spring we remember them.
At the blueness of the skies and in the warmth of summer we remember them.
At the rustling of the leaves and in the beauty of the autumn we remember them.
At the beginning of the year and when it ends we remember them.
As long as we live, they too will live, for they are now a part of us. As we remember them. When we are weary and in need of strength we remember them.
When we are lost and sick at heart we remember them.
When we have decisions that are difficult to make we remember them.
When we have joy we crave to share we remember them.
When we have achievements that are based on theirs we remember them.
For as long as we live, they too will live,
For they are now a part of us, as we remember them.
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Caylee
I remember the first time I held you that morn.
They said it's a girl! Our first child was born.
We sat there together, your Papa and I,
we stared in great awe and together we cried.
Later that evening, alone in our room,
I held you and sang a lullaby tune.
I remember each moment, in the happiest way.
The day you were born, the most wonderful day.
All through the years, grew a more loving child
and all through the years I sang our lullaby.
You were small and loving, but loud and bold.
Our little princess, "no, I not a princess, I Caylee" you told.
You were a trendsetter with Karma, a patriot at best.
"No it doesn't match", and so you would do the rest.
You'd laugh with your whole heart, with even a smile.
You looked just like me, my "Mini-Me", my child.
Your socks you wore up to your knees,
Purple and Pink you wore them with glee.
Black Boots, Pink Boots and Mary Janes,
Hats a Plenty, stomp puddles in the rain.
Riley, Morgan, Jordan, Corbin and pets,
like Elmo the Turtle and Red the Fish.
Smokey, Chico, Lelu and Tweety,
you loved them all you were such a sweetie.
Futterflies, Hearts, Aunt Genal and Umple Geoff,
Papa, Mama, Grandma and Mutter Betts.
Fairytopia was important, as was Dragon Tales,
Lilo, Aurora, Spongebob and Higgleytown
"Awe Pickles" you'd snare.
You loved your TV, and once did say,
Thank you to Jesus for TV on a November day.
Scooby and Spiderman and Shrek you would watch,
you would watch them over and over a lot.
Pink Skateboard you wanted, Pink Socks, Pink Shirt,
Pink on your toe nails, Pink on your skirt.
Tights and Party Dresses, hair up, "I don't want to",
rock hunting, afraid of the water, "For ME?" when we'd buy you something new.
Where's Caylee? Where's Caylee? - "Here I am",
Did you Get your heart back?
"I had a GOOOOOOD day at school", "I need my backpack".
"Mommy, this is for you" and hand me a flower,
I picked it outside, "I love you" "I love you"
I am gonna get you, then hide.
"Mommy, I did it all myself", a little independent and outspoken,
"Eyes, Ears, Nose, Mouth, Ho-----!" (HAIR) No, she would, not Jokin.
"I'm so mad" she'd say at "You and You"
and run down the hall into her room.
She would draw and color and loved stickers and mommy,
chocolate milk, cheetos, coke, tea and cherones
Then one day, came home with a fever.
Was happy and playing, we did not know what would be.
The next day she was sicker, the doctors were wrong,
not a virus, not a cold, no, I wish I'd known all along.
She wanted her tights with her new dress that Sunday,
"FOR ME ?" she said and we went on her way.
She asked me "behind me" to lay on her hospital bed,
I laid beside her and kept kissing her head.
Diagnosed with Leukemia that day, the next night was gone.
I remember her saying, "I want to watch TV",
not hearing another word spoken from our sweet little Caylee.
Before she died that evening, with one nurse in our room,
I stroked your hair and sang our lullaby tune.
I remember each detail, in the worst way.
The day you died, the most horrible day.
All content © 2005 by Dawn Cepero - Caylee's Mom.
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Andrew....Our Miracle, Our Angel
God created the heavens and the wind in the trees
He gave us sun in the morning and the big bumble bees
After all this beauty, God still wasn't through
So he created a angel, and named him Andrew
Andrew came to us one day in December
A small fragile angel we'd always remember
This Little one needed so much just to live
No one could image how much he would give
This small little Angel showed us a way
To find the joy of living each and everyday
Asking the question "What is your name?"
Forever our lives were never the same.
A few favorite things this angel had too,
like chewing gum, thin mints and cold Mt. Dew,
Pennies in the pockets of his worn overalls,
and rides on a cycle with his loving grandpa.
This Angel named Andrew, So loved you could see
by Mommy, Daddy and his whole family.
He thrived and he grew beyond all expectation,
this work of the heart, Gods lovely creation.
Then, as God planned he called Andrew home.
But he promised the family they were never alone
See, Love is a spirit that grows within you,
as we live every hour, we remember... Andrew
Though we can't kiss him or caress his sweet face,
We can still one day see him in a beautiful place,
Where all children are happy and angels abound-
This is where our little Andrew is found.
Living on Earth just wont be the same
without our little Angel, Andrew's his name.
Someday we will find him, when its our name God calls-
We will see our Angel with pennies in the pockets of his worn overalls.
Andrew Craig Hooker
12/10/96 - 01/09/01
All content © 2002 by Angel Andrew's Family.
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A Sister’s Love
When the visions around you
Bring tears to your eyes
I’ll be your strength
I’ll give you hope
For a sister’s love never dies
I promise you never
Will you hurt anymore
I’ll be your strength
I’ll give you hope
For a sister’s love never dies
Over and over your heart breaks
Without me in your life
I’ll be your strength
I’ll give you hope
For a sister’s love never dies
I will love you forever
Even now that my life is through
I’ll be your strength
I’ll give you hope
For a sister’s love never dies
You are never alone
My arms are always wrapped around you
I’ll be your strength
I’ll give you hope
For a sister’s love never dies
Copyright, 2004. Holly Graham.
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"The Melissa Star"
Tonight I look up at the stars far away, and wonder just how far you are.
I wish you could tell me you are ok.
I hope you are happy on your star far away.
I love you , miss you, and long for you each day.
But I know you are happy on your star far away.
I will love you forever
Your Grandmother
Copyright 2004. Linda Brown.
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IN THE LIGHT
A shadow of joy flickered; it is me.
I told you I wouldn't leave.
My spirit is with you.
My memories, my thoughts are
imbedded deep in your heart.
I still love you.
Do not for one moment think
that you have been abandoned.
I am in the Light.
In the corner, in the hall, the car, the yard --
these are the places I stay with you.
My spirit rises every time you pray for me,
but my energy comes closer to you.
Love does not diminish, it grows stronger.
I am the feather that finds you in the yard,
the dimmed light that grows brighter in your mind,
I place our memories for you to see.
We lived in our special way,
a way that now has its focus changed.
I still crave your understanding and
long for the many words of prayer
and good fortune for my soul.
I am in the Light.
As you struggle to adjust without me,
I watch silently.
Sometimes I summon up all the strength of my new world
to make you notice me.
Impressed by your grief,
I try to impress my love
deeper into your consciousness.
As you should,
call out to the Heavens for help.
You should know that the fountain of youth does exist.
My soul is now healthy.
Your love sends me new found energy.
I am adjusting to this new world.
I am with you and I am in the Light.
Please don't feel bad that you can't see me.
I am with you wherever you go.
I protect you, just as you protected me so many times.
Talk to me and somehow I will find a way to answer you.
I see you with my new eyes.
I am learning to help wherever you are,
where ever I am needed.
This can be done because I am in the Light.
When you feel despair, reach out to me.
I will come.
My love for you truly does
transcend from Heaven to Earth.
Finish your life with the enthusiasm and zest
that you had when we were together in the physical sense.
You owe this to me, but more importantly,
you owe it to yourself.
Life continues for both of us.
I am with you because I love you
and I am in the Light...
Author Unknown.
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Have You Heard Of The Angel From Up Above?
Have you heard of the angel from up above?
She comes out every night, to let her family know that she's alright.
When you stand out in the moon light and look up above, you can see the stars twinkle so bright.
That's the angels from heaven above.
She was taken so young and now she must live with the angels in heaven above.
We'll be together one day, but for now we must look up at the stars,
so our little angels can look down at us from
heaven above.
Copyright 2003. Victoria Brown.
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Death Leaves A Heartache No One Can Heal,
Love Leaves A Memory No One Can Steal.
From a memorial headstone in Ireland.
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My sweet baby Nicole was stillborn February 3, 2002. I am still heartbroken beyond words and miss her so much. Below is a poem I wrote for her 2nd Birthday.
Happy 2nd Birthday, Nicole
Happy 2nd Birthday, I hope you’re having fun,
Running and playing in the glow of Heaven’s sun,
We wish you were here with us, to eat your Birthday cake,
But since you aren’t with us, happiness we’ll fake.
I remember this day two years ago, when God broke my heart,
I never ever thought that we would be apart,
Your bedroom was all ready and your closet full of clothes,
The draws were full of ribbons and little hair bows.
If you were here right now, I wonder what you’d like,
Would you want a pretty doll or maybe a little bike?
Would your hair be straight or have a little curl?
What would you look, my sweet little girl?
Happy 2nd Birthday in heaven up above,
Just know that Mommy and Daddy send you all of our Love,
We’re sending hugs and kisses, they are on their way,
To let you know we are missing you on your Birthday.
So have a lot of fun with Balloons and Ice Cream,
And when you go to sleep, have really sweet dreams,
And know that we are down here missing you so much,
And wishing we could feel your soft baby touch.
Happy 2nd Birthday Sweetie!
Nicole Ann Garretson
February 3, 2002.
Copyright 2004. Lisa Deck-Garretson.
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~ Facing Challenges ~
People have to face challenges throughout their lives. For some, a speech that sounds like it might be simple to write is the biggest challenge they might face in 8th grade. For others, it might be dealing with family problems, sometimes even death. A couple of good examples from our quarter studies include scenes in April Morning, when Adam had to sign the muster book, and when he saw his father die. And in Iron Will, when Will fell down and had the courage to get up and win the race so that he could support his family.
However great or small the challenge may seem, what defines us as people, what defines our character, is how we handle ourselves in the face of adversity.
One of the people who I look up to for facing adversity and challenges in their lives is my mother. She always speaks what is on her mind, and never backs down from a challenge. Even one as big as dealing with the loss of her son. I can always count on her to stand up for me and for what she believes in. My father has had many losses in his life, including his brother, both of his parents, and his son, all who died suddenly and unexpectedly, but he continues to work hard and spend time with his children, even though we live far apart. Another is my brother, Denny, who had to work very hard to graduate from high school on time, even though he was in the process of dealing with grief. My sister Julia always stands up for her family, and for the right thing, even if it gets her in trouble. My brother Jake is a good father and brother. And, finally, my brother Max, who always worked hard and stood up for the right thing, and, like Julia, always stood up for his family. This is my family. I can always rely on them to help me get through my challenges.
Copyright 2003. Glen Sanchez.
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Do you mind?
Do you mind if I kneel for awhile,
and wish you the best?
Wherever you are?
Are you lost?
Do you need help, out?
Is this rest, what you wanted?
Do you miss me?
I miss you.
Things were cut way too short,
I never said the things I really
wanted to say.
And I said a lot of things I never
really wanted to say.
I lay in bed, with my memories,
thinking. How things were before,
about all the things we didn't do,
or didn't say to each other.
I know sometimes you come around,
and put your hand on my back,
just to watch me jump.
I know sometimes your there,
preaching your support,
when things fall apart.
Did you mind,
that I knelt before you,
and said the things,
I never thought I'd have to say,
in a cemetery,
to someone I knew.
© Copyright 2002. Zack van Brakle
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I Wonder
The question.
Was there pain?
Did you feel pain?
Or were you here one minute
And with God the next?
Was there a tunnel of light?
Or just darkness?
I choose to believe there was someone there for you.
I was not,
Maybe even an angel or two,
To ease your fear
When you walked toward
The Light of God.
Were you afraid?
Did you hear my cries for you?
Did you feel the loss,
The loss of a life briefly lived,
Or were you glad to go?
To go home to your place in Heaven.
I wonder these things.
I wonder where you are.
I wonder how you are.
Do you think of us?
Without you, a piece of our heart has been taken away.
Are you in pain,
Or does the Light of Heaven erase the pain?
When will I see you again?
I wonder when your soul left behind what I knew as my son?
I am your Mother,
And I don't know how it can be that you are okay without me.
Each day I push down the pain in my chest,
The pain that is always there.
The pain of wondering~
What happened to my SON?
Most of all
I wonder?
Why you?
And why didn't you buckle your safety belt?
I hope that you are whispering that to all of your friends.
Whispering...
THIS IS MATT
BUCKLE UP
If I had, I would be with you
Written with love by Jackie Riesland (Matt's Mom) Copyright 2003.
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My Brother Max
Max knew all the facts
He loved me
But now I know he is free
I am so sad
Sometimes even mad
But I know his short life had to mean something
He probably wants me to know that
Well, I want him to know something too
I love him dearly and I feel bad
Because I can still touch
Because I can still feel
Because I can still love
But I think he already knew that
Now he is at rest probably looking down on me from Heaven
This all might be a sign to love and cherish what you have
While you still do
And don't be mean
Because you never know when they are going to go
In loving memory of Maximilian Alexander Sanchez I
Copyright 2002. Glen Sanchez.
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~ Candles In December ~
My sadness seems reflected in the music that I hear....
Every young one's glowing face reminds me you're not here.
Shoppers crowd the festive stores, emotions all run high,
This world I was a part of once, seems to pass me by.
This season's meant for happy times, for Love, Warm hearts, and cheer,
But grieving families around the world Remember those not here.
We struggle through the season, Lighting candles to proclaim,
Our children aren't forgotten, Round the world our candles flame.
I slowly pass through the gates thrown wide, One cold Christmas day,
No toys or gifts do I bring ---Those are gifts of yesterday.
I carry with me just a polished heart Of granite made,
And walk with grief to where my baby lies,
In a silent silvered glade.
"Merry Christmas, Love" I whisper, The quiet words seem so forlorn,
"I've brought my heart for you to keep,
My gift, This Christmas morn.
It is filled with all my love, Though this one's carved of stone,
I'll place it here --- it will be near ---You'll never be alone."
Please keep my gift, Beloved child close to where you lie,
And know my love surrounds you
Until the day, I too shall die.
Author Unknown.
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My Youngest Zackery
My sweet baby boy,
My life was so complete;
But, the pain of losing you,
I just can't defeat~
I miss you so much,
Love you more and more;
In having you I felt rich,
Now, I'm left feeling poor~
My love for you does not stop,
My wiggles, my squirtums;
I need you so very much,
For you, my heart, forever numbs~
I see your sweet face,
Your sight forever in my eye;
I smell your sweet smell,
I look for you, up in the sky~
I can't yet see you,
But, I know your there;
In the Heavens, up above,
Perhaps help will come, thru prayer~
Why can't you still be here on Earth,
Forever in my arms with me;
Why did you have to leave me,
My youngest Zackery!
Copyright 2003. Sharyn Zackery
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Time will Ease The Hurt
The sadness of the present days
Is locked and set in time.
And moving to the future
Is a slow and painful climb.
But all the feelings that are now
So vivid and so real
Can't hold their fresh intensity
As time begins to heal.
No wound so deep will ever go
Entirely away;
Yet every hurt becomes
A little less from day to day.
Nothing can erase the painful
Imprints on your mind;
But there are softer memories
That time will let you find.
Though your heart won't let the sadness
Simply slide away,
The echoes will diminish
Even though memories stay.
Author Unknown
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Please Say His Name
Do you really think that I'm okay?
Though my son has gone away?
Do you think because I smile
I have forgotten for a while?
I have to tell you that you are wrong.
He's on my mind all day long.
Though I may not let it show
He's always on my mind you know.
Why do you turn when I speak his name?
Do you not know it causes more pain?
Can you comprehend how I feel?
My son was here...he was real.
I miss my child, but I must hide
The terrible pain I feel inside.
The lump in my throat it hurts so bad
because I can't cry although I'm sad.
I can barely speak his name
For fear that it might cause you pain.
I miss my Josh...I miss him so.
I just thought that you should know.
Even though I laugh and play...
I didn't forget my son today.
Please say his name now and then.
Please...say "Josh" again.
Copyright June 2000. Debbie Derosier.
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I'm Spending Christmas With Jesus Christ This Year
I see the countless Christmas trees,
Around the world below.
With tiny lights, like Heavens stars,
Reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away that tear.
For I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs,
That people hold so dear.
But the sounds of music can't compare,
With the Christmas choir up here.
For i have no words to tell you,
The join their voices bring.
For its beyond description,
To hear and Angel sing.
I can't tell you of the splendor,
Or the peace here in this place.
Can you just imagine Christmas,
With our Savior, face to face?
I'll ask Him to light your spirit,
As I tell Him of your love.
So then pray one for another,
As you lift your eyes above.
Please let your hearts be joyful,
And let your spirits sing.
For I am spending Christmas in Heaven,
And I'm walking with the King!
Author Unknown
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Chase the Rainbow my Son
It feels like a lifetime, since you went away,
On that heart wrenching day.
Thirty one years of memories are mine to keep,
My life feel's so incomplete, all i do is weep.
In my mind's eye, i see you staring at the sky,
Now i know you were saying good bye.
I remember the rainbows you love,
You said they meant, a good sign from above.
I pray for clouds of pretty colors, mixed with yellow,
In hopes you feel a mother's love below.
Your soul is in heaven, there is no mistake,
Our Heavenly Father, your soul He did take.
Chase those pretty rainbows my son,
i'll chase one with you when my earthly time is done,
as the Lord will bless me with a new leg, so i can run.
Dedicated to my son Ricky, who died 1 year ago. 10-18-02
Also to his brother Larry, who died 33 years ago. 6-5-70
Missed so much by their step-Dad, Brothers Tommy & David
Copyright 2002. Doris Nickler.
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I'm An Angel Now
One night I cried to Jesus as I sat beneath the tree,
I looked into the open sky and hoped He'd answer me.
I am lost, dear Lord, I've traveled far but I still seem to roam,
Please light the way and lead me, Lord;
I need to get back home,
I told Him of my burdens and of the sadness in my heart,
That from His gracious love I'd never felt so apart.
Why did you take my child, Lord? I cannot understand!
I'm angry, Lord, I'm missing him. I'm drowning in my sorrow.
Please help to heal my yesterday and face each new tomorrow.
It was then I heard his gentle voice and felt his presence near,
How I wanted to hold him as I cried another tear.
He said, "Mommy, I'm an angel now, my spirit will be free,
I'm an angel now in Heaven so please don't cry for me.
I was chosen by our Lord above and now I'm in His care,
When you need me, look inside your heart, I promise to be there.
No one can ever take away our bond with one another,
For I'll always be your precious child as you will always be my mother.
So if you cannot find your way or the road to home seems far,
Just look up to the heavens and I'll be your guiding star."
He said, "Mommy, I'm an angel now, my spirit will be free,
I'm an angel now in Heaven--no need to cry for me.
Author Unknown
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Poem to Angel
I gave you my hope, my love, and my dreams
Before I had ever seen your precious face
And now that time will never come
For you have been placed in Heaven’s grace
I wanted to hold you, and tell you of your grandma
And now, she will hold you and tell you of me.
I know that you follow me thru my day
I feel your presence always there.
Thank you for knowing I loved you
...and for loving me back
Copyright 2003. Sara Morgan ~ Angel's Mommy.
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Dear Mom and Dad:
I wish I could have said “good-bye”. It sometimes seems unfair
that I never even was able to say “hello”.
I am OK now; everything is better. I miss you and always will,
but I believe we will be together again, in time, for all time. Right
now though, that seems like an eternity. In time, it will be for
eternity.
Please, remember me, use my name, tell my family and your
friends about me. Never forget me or pretend I didn’t exist.
Thanks for all you did for me. Mom, thanks for putting up
with the changes in your body; thanks for everything you shared
with me. Thanks for talking to me; I know your hopes and
dreams for me. Thanks for the songs you sang, and for those
gentle pats you gave me while I floated inside. You may not
realize, but the rhythmic contracting of your heart helped me
rest peacefully and reassured me. As I grew, I could feel your
heart beating better and better, and it gave me such a wonderful
sense of comfort.
Thanks for the tears you shed for me. I know you did
everything you could for me and I am fortunate to have you for
my Mother. I am sorry for the pain and sadness you have
suffered.
Dad, thanks for being there for Mom and me, It must have
been so hard for you, trying to be strong and brave for Mom
when you were confused, upset and afraid yourself. I will miss
growing up with you, wrestling, being tossed in the air, just sitting
on your lap learning how to use the TV remote control. Please
don’t ever forget about me. I will not forget you.
If there is something I have learned, it is that you will not find
the answer to the “why” of this, not now anyway. God did not
make this happen, but He will help you live, love and laugh
again. Sometimes that can seem very difficult when you hurt
and so badly want answers.
I want you to live today; be happy. Bring laughter back into
the house. Dare to dream again. You know so much better than
many that life is often too short, too unpredictable. Tomorrow is
never guaranteed.
I would rather this all be a very bad nightmare, but I can do
nothing to change that now. However, you can make something
good out of my death if you use it as an opportunity to love each
other a little more, and reach out. There are so many hurting
people out there who need a hand, or a hug or a “hello” or just
someone to listen. Don’t be afraid to admit you may be one of
them. Be gentle with each other.
On a still, clear night, look for me, out there in the peace and
quiet. Look up, not by the Big Dipper or the Milky Way, but over
there in the corner of the sky. See that small, twinkling star you
never noticed before?
One more thing before I go, thanks a lot for everything you
did for me. Thanks for caring and sharing. Thanks for trying and
for crying. I love you, lots. And Mom and Dad, “good-bye”,
“good-bye for just a little while longer”.
Love you,
Angel Marie
::
Don't Hide My Daughter
Don't hide my daughter
Behind that wall of silence
The comfortable one that
Makes your forget she ever was
For I will always hold her memory
In the sun and the stars, and my very breath
Just because she was only here a moment
Don't try to pretend that she never was
I don't...and I never will
A Mother's love resounds beyond the Earth
To the Heaven above as she pictures her tender child
In the arms of those who have gone before her
and will cradle my child in a loving embrace
and tell her all about a loving family on Earth
Who wishes she could be with them so much
and tries desperately to understand why she isn't
Don't hide my daughter's name behind your silence
Though you may never speak her name
It resonates through my very soul
Lighting the candle in my heart
That will forever burn in honor of my littlest Angel.
Copyright 2003. Sara Morgan ~ Angel's Mommy.
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He Only Took My Hand
Last night while I was trying to sleep,
My son's voice I did hear.
I opened my eyes and looked around
But he did not appear.
He said, "Mom you've got to listen,
You've got to understand.
God didn't take me from you, Mom
He only took my hand.
When I called out in pain that night,
The instant that I died,
He reached down and took my hand,
And pulled me to His side.
He pulled me up and saved me
From the misery and pain
My body was hurt so badly inside,
I could never be the same.
My search is really over now,
I've found happiness within,
All the answers to my empty dreams
And all that might have been.
I love you and miss you so,
And I'll always be nearby.
My body's gone forever,
But my spirit will never die!
And so, you must go now,
Live one day at a time.
Just understand
God did not take me from you,
He only took my hand.
Author Unknown
::
MY SON
YOU WERE HERE AND IN AN INSTANT YOU WERE GONE.
I MISS YOU SO MY CHILD MY SON
JUST A BABY NOT SO LONG AGO.
EIGHTEEN YEARS GONE BY IN A BLINK
TOO SUDDEN TOO SOON
FOR YOU TO GO,
I MISS YOU SON
I MISS YOUR PRESENCE
I MISS YOUR HUMOR
I EVEN MISS YOUR TEASING
MY TEENAGE BOY, ALMOST A MAN.
YOU MADE ME PROUD
AND SOMETIMES YOU MADE ME MAD
BUT MOST OF ALL YOU MADE
THE MOST PRECIOUS OF TIMES.
HEAVEN BECKONS TO US ALL,
I KNOW WE ARE NOT IMMORTAL
SO SOMEDAY I TOO WILL BE WITH YOU,
AT THE GATES OF HEAVEN
WITH YOUR SMILE TO BRIGHTLY GREET ME,
AS I TOO COME TO BE WITH OUR LORD,
JESUS CHRIST. AT HIS FEET WE WILL SIT
AND THANK HIM FOR THIS WONDROUS TRIP
THROUGH LIFE'S STRUGGLES AND BROKEN DREAMS
THROUGH A LEARNING PROCESS OF PAIN AND LOVE
AND IMPORTANT THINGS LIKE,
HEALTHY CHILDREN AND BEAUTIFUL DAYS
THE SMELL OF NEW HAY, AND PEOPLE WHO CARE
SOMETIMES WE TREASURE UNIMPORTANT THINGS,
THE LOSS OF YOU HAS MADE ME SEE
WHAT I HAD AND HOW IT SHOULD BE.
I MISS YOU SON AND LOVE YOU SO,
EACH DAY, I COME ONE STEP CLOSER TO YOU
YOU ARE ONE OF MY TREASURES
AND FOR NOW I AM MISSING YOU
Copyright 2003. Jackie Riesland. For her son Matt.
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Tell Me
Tell me that you feel this emptiness too
Tell me, that you are also in pain.
Tell me, that you miss too
And that you still love me.
Tell me if there is life after death
And if god really exists
Tell me, why there are wars
And why it is sad here.
Tell me why does life go on
And how do i overcome the pain
Tell me why sometimes I am happy and I smile
Even though you are not coming back.
Tell me, what is yearning
And how to make it go away
Tell me, why the tears are choking my throat
And why they are always so uncalled.
Tell me, how to move on
Tell me how to forgive
Tell me, why I cant forget,
After all these years.
Tell me what you haven't said
Tell me that you are sorry
And that you are coming back.
Copyright 2003. Reut.
::
In Honor of Alayna Nicole Griffin's Birthday June 23, 2003
She came into this world with very little warning early one sunny June
morning. She left this world with no warning one sunny May afternoon. Such a short time she spent with us and yet
in that short time she gave us so much. Alayna would have been six this year but we won’t have her here to celebrate.
A sudden illness that attacked her heart -Myocarditis- took her from us.
We learned in that one moment just how precious our children are.
In her almost 4 short years, she was teaching me as I was teaching her.
She showed me in her own little way that life is for living.
Look under rocks and check behind bushes, you never know what treasures you may find. Run and skip from one place to another.
It’s much more fun than just walking.
You can learn a lot if you ask many, many questions.
There is much to be said for snowflakes and raindrops.
All of her lessons were very simple but all were so significant each in their own special way. She taught me how easy it is to find pleasure in very simple activities. Those crayon and coloring book moments are fun.
Savor the magic of sidewalk chalk transforming driveways into rainbows.
Be an intrepid hunter of “wormies” after it rains.
Alayna reached out and touched many with her dazzling smile.
She could quickly become the center of attention in a room.
There was just something special about her.
Her leaving was such a loss to this world. She had so much to offer.
She taught me lessons of life while she was here and she continues to teach me even though she is gone.
No one has control over life-no matter how hard one tries.
Hug every chance you get. Do what you enjoy doing and do it now.
Do not hesitate to say I’m sorry.
Life can change in an instant with no warning.
We learned that one sunny afternoon in May.
Cherish your children and realize what you have before you.
To those of you who knew Alayna, and to those who never met her but are reading this, should you think of her, go find your child, give them a hug and say I love you. You will not only be honoring her memory but you will be living the most important lesson she was sent to teach us all.
We love you Alayna.
Copyright 2003. Karen Griffin.
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Angel in Disguise
On this earth as one of us
Living a life as we all do
Hopes and dreams
For what's to come
An angel in disguise
Something unseen
Something untouched
Something unknown
Something special
An angel in disguise
You could light up a room
Your smile could brighten the darkest of days
Your voice filled with love
Eyes that could make ones troubles go away
An angel in disguise
Walking this earth as a person
Bringing happiness to those you knew
Giving complete love
Blessing the lives of so many
An angel in disguise
A heart of gold
A job well done
A special life gone
Memories of love in my soul
An angel in disguise
Here in disguise
Your job complete
It was time to return home
No longer an angel in disguise
You are now an angel with wings
Forever loved
Forever my angel.
Copyright 2002. Holly Graham.
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ENDINGS
I stare at a photograph of you and of me
And sadly I face the things that never will be
For suddenly you're gone from me
And I'm left alone
With loneliness and emptiness
That I've never known
Why did this happen
To tear us apart?
Ending our daydreams
And breaking my heart.
I think of you constantly each hour of the day
And send love to follow you,
Though you're far away.
I'll not forget you dear,
It's no use to try
But as long as my heart is true
Honey, somehow I'll muddle through
And tearfully, I kiss you good-bye
And sadly, I kiss you good-bye
© Copyright 2002. Peggy Allguire.
::
Happy Mother's Day from Heaven
(Written by Auntie Mary Rose Paterson, from Jordy Lee Englant to his Mommy, Randa Englant 05/10/2003)
A little angel came to me in a dream saying
"Would you send my Mommy flowers please?
So she will know that from Heaven above
her son is sending her all his love
and wishing her a Happy Mothers Day."
Copyright 2003. Mary Rose Paterson.
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For Elizabeth
Elizabeth, my darling,
I'm so lonely now you've gone...
You were my ray of sunshine,
You were my precious one.
Your courage so inspired me,
And other people too.
I built my world around you,
Just loved to be with you.
You said I was your "special Mum" -
You'd such a loving heart,
And now that I am all alone
My world just falls apart.
I long to have your courage,
And make you proud of me -
But who am I without you?
Just "I" instead of "we"...
At times I think I hear you
Urging me along,
Saying, "Mum, I love you!
I'll help you to be strong!
So, keep your Faith
Although you're blue -
With God, I'm watching over you!"
Elizabeth, my only child,
Oh! how I miss your smile,
Your laughter and your loving ways!
You made my life worthwhile.
These tears are never-ending,
My heart so full of pain,
But someday I will see you
And hold you close again.
So, darling, as you travel on
In realms of joy above,
Please comfort me -
I miss you so...
You'll always have my love.
You blessed my life, Elizabeth,
For twenty seven years.
And so I thank you, angel,
And smile through all my tears.
With all my love forever, from Mum
::
Remembering Megan
As the strings slip through my hand
I think of the beauty you brought to this land
I watch as the balloons float away
Just like when you left me that day
They float into the beautiful cloud
I hear you laughing loud and proud
Up to the heavens above
Carrying a note from me with love
The life you lived celebrated this day
That is what the balloons are meant to say
Receive the balloons with gentle care
They symbolize the love that is still there
Balloons, I release you to float away
Make sure you get up to our loved ones this day
We release you into the sky
We watch you float, we watch you fly
Loved ones, catch these balloons on this bittersweet day
Read the notes and then go play
Keep us in your hearts
You may be gone but we shall not part
So float in the heavens and play in the clouds
Releasing the balloons from our hearts so proud
Copyright 2003. Holly Graham. For her Sister.
::
The Grief Quilt
Dedicated to All Bereaved Parents
Those suffering souls with broken hearts
meet and share with one another
expressing the pain of their bereavement
to try to heal and give comfort to each other
We meet in anguish from our losses
tears ready to flow from our eyes
discussing the most painful parts of our lives
trying to find answers to the what ifs and whys
We confront the devastating reality
rubbing salt in our gaping wounds
trying to live when we want to die
together in this grief filled room
We examine each other's pain
each story a world apart
yet so close in emotional impact
we find comradery form the start.
We are everywhere from all walks of life
grieving for our loved one who as died
losing a son or daughter
on whose love we had relied
We would like to curl up in a ball
fade out and find relief
but there is are others that rely on us
who are suffering in their grief
Be compassionate and show others your heart
give love and it returns
help with the conditions of other's mourning
and ease their soul that aches and burns
We know all too well
the pain they feel is real
together we can hold their hand
so their sorrow can too can begin to heal
That is why we are here together
as we share our tender moments
we can scream and cry, laugh or rage
expressing the emotions of our laments.
In giving we shall receive
and forget our pain for awhile
be able to laugh again
and attempt and honest smile
This is not an easy task
for our energy is constantly drained
we have to be selfish and good to ourselves
or lose anything we have gained.
We can only give what we have
so let yourself receive
let people know of your pain
show them that you still grieve
Even good people tend to forget
not seeing things with our eyes
their ears don't hear what we hear
they do not perceive our inner cries.
Some people are helpful, some are not
we have to pick and choose
catch a stranger unawares
and unload your pent-up blues.
Openly weep your sorrow
express that anger that lies inside
explore every avenue you can
find those fears that tend to hide
Talk about IT whenever you can
for IT colors your very being
every atom of your essence
that affects the way you are seeing
A cloak of intangible thickness ad depth
a patchwork of pain that covers our soul
it's pure weight drains us down
and begins to take its toll
It is an overwhelming blanket
this grief quilt that we wear
but it will and does get lighter
if we let go of guilt and fear.
Fear that we shall never recover
that we shall always feel like this
guilt of letting go of the pain
of our loved one we so dearly miss.
Guilt for being angry with God
fear we did something wrong
how could He be so cruel
and give us such pain for so long?
It is a Herculean task we are asked to do
that takes time and many tears
but being here shows you want to heal
in the coming weeks, months, and years.
God bless you all
Copyright 2002. Mitch Carmody.
::
Adrian
On a wet and stormy Sunday
We were all wrapped up indoors
A group of youthful friend
Climbed rocks and walked the shores
Out from Inishmurray the sea began to roll
And built up a thunderous wave
That crashed at Mullaghmore
The girls had viewed all this
From high up on the road
And to their disbelief
There were only three
Where earlier there were four
An earthquake hit Moycullen
When the news came over the phone
That Adrian was lost
A hundred miles from home
No alarm bells were sounded
No SOS was sent
But the community just gathered
And to Mullaghmore they went
NO job was too major
Or no task was too small
When they gathered in their hundreds
To the meetings in the hall
By cars, by coach or mini-bus
The people made their way
It may be early morning
Or later in the day
For those who could not travel
Did their work from home
Supplying the soup and sandwiches
Apple tarts and scones
There were some places new to us
But will never be forgotten
The first we heard of Mullaghmore
Was that of Lord Mount Batten
Cliffony, Bundoran, Finner and Grange
Known to those who went to camp
And fired the Rifle Range
They walked the strands of Streedagh
O'Connors Island and Bunduff
The slippery rocks at Merlin
Along Tulloghan to the Duff
The divers dived and searched in vain
The boats they ploughed the waves
The helicopter hovered over the reefs
And the cameras scanned the deep
McHugh's of the Pier House Hotel
For you that were there I don't have to tell
They turned on the heat and opened the doors
And for some weeks we made it our home
The people of Sligo and around Mullaghmore
Did all they could and could do no more
The people of Moycullen when put to the test
Were never found wanting and gave it their best
The crew from Killybegs were there in good time
Were willing and able the cliff face to climb
The men from Killala who rescue at sea, made
Out the tide tables and where each one should be
The Garda Siochana were there in great strength
Took care of the searchers where ever they went
Struck to the task in hail, rain or shine
Got the pipe smoking clergy to fall into line.
Adrian
You did not get a chance to say Good-bye
Accidents happen and God alone knows why
You were happy that day on the rocks
If only we could turn back the clock
Our intentions were to lay you to rest
That did not happen the Lord knows best
We read in the Gospels you are just asleep
Farewell dear Adrian may you rest in peace.
Copyright 2003. Nora O'Sullivan.
::
Justin
In twilights gleam always thoughts of you
Morning mist arrives
Your absence, shocking real and true
I know you're gone and far away
The loss haunts me throughout the day
Taken away so handsome and young
The loss of your life when it had just begun
When last I held you burying my face in your hair
Kissing your lips so cold but sweet & fair
I held your hand 'til 'twas warm as mine
As you lay in your casket I thought of life taken before it's time
A bullet took you quickly
Taking all unaware
The soul shattering grief is more than I can bear
Warm blue eyes colored like an April sky
I, unable to ever see them again, cry
Your life passed by like a warm Summer day
Bringing happiness to all passing your way
The loss of sunshine you brought to my heart
Cold dark emptiness, now there, will never depart
I pray your presence & memory stay fresh in my thoughts and in my soul
Never to fade, to wither , nor grow old
I'll miss you daily my child , my son
Till my broken heart stops beating & life is done
You will always be forever loved, forever fifteen, in Heaven above
To Bubs, All My Love Forever, Love Mom.
::
Visited By Death
How does one explain this pain?
How does one keep from going insane?
How can you keep from playing this awful game?
We all know the cursed name.
Several visits from the grim reaper
Each time he makes my pain grow deeper
But by the goodness of the almighty keeper
I have learned how to handle this awful creeper.
Six children I have lost
And that was such a big cost
With my feelings all jumbled and tossed
I learned to fight through that thick, thick moss.
Today for this I am strong
So maybe their deaths weren't so very wrong
Even though quite often I long
To hear my children's song.
So what can I say?
Except there will come a joyous day
When my children and I can play
In that field of dreams beyond decay.
Copyright 2003. Lanaia Lee.
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I Cry
From the deep dark depths of my soul
I cry
For my children who are now cold
I cry.
From my heart I should sing
but I cry
For my children now have angel wings
but yet I cry.
Can nothing dry my tears
as I cry
I should not listen to my fear
but yet I cry.
I should be happy and gay
but yet I cry
I dream of the day my children and I shall play
but yet I cry
And until the day I see them
I cry
Until the day I am with then in heaven's rim
I cry.
Copyright 2003. Lanaia Lee.
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