A Mother and Her Son / Judy ((Friend to Mother) )Read >>
A Mother and Her Son / Judy ((Friend to Mother) )
I loved the boy with the utmost love of which my soul is capable and he is taken from me....yet in the agony of my spirit in surrendering such a treasure, I feel a million times richer than if I had never possessed it at all. ~~ William Wadsworth
A MOTHER AND HER SON
We walked together, you and I A Mother and her Son We had Hopes and Dreams for tomorrow..... But tomorrow didn't come.
We walked together you and I We talked, we laughed we loved. We shared so many happy times, And for that I thank the Lord above.
We walked together, you and I But only for a short time. For all too soon it ended Leaving pieces of a broken heart behind
And even though I miss you More than words could ever say. I thank God that I got to walk with you Every precious moment of those days....
I am now in paradise with all the angels in the arms of the Lord never to feel pain again...I love you all and will live on in your hearts and souls until the day God calls your name...How exciting and the glory of that meeting ..... GOD SPEED
There's a special Angel in Heaven, That is a part of me. It is not where I wanted him, But where God wanted him to be. He was here for just a moment, Like a night time shooting star. And though he is in Heaven, He isn't very far. He touched the hearts of many, Like only he could do. I would've held him every minute, If the end I only knew. So I send this message, To Heaven up above. Please take care of my Sean And send him all my love !!!
Still Their Mothers
We are the Mothers...that don't know how to act. We are the Mothers...that can't accept the fact.
We are the Mothers...that feel the crushing pain. We are the Mothers...that sometimes feel insane.
We are the Mothers...that feel lost and alone. We are the Mothers...that sometimes scream and moan.
We are the Mothers...that are sad and sigh. We are the Mothers...that watch time go by.
We are the Mothers...that pace our home. We are the Mothers...that have thoughts that roam.
We are the Mothers ...that remember their hugs and kiss. We are the Mothers...that their child they miss.
We are the Mothers...that have cried and cried. We are the Mothers...of a child that's died.
In Memory of Your Son, Sean / Judy And Steve Read >>
In Memory of Your Son, Sean / Judy And Steve
Dear Mom and Dad When you wonder the meaning of life and love Know that I am with you. Close your eyes and feel me kissing you In the gentle breeze across your cheek.
When you begin to doubt that you shall ever see me again, Quiet your mind and hear me. I am in the whisper of the heavens Speaking of your love.
When you lose your identity, When you question who you are, and where you are going, Open your heart and see me.
I am the twinkle in the stars smiling down upon you, Lighting the path for your journey.
When you awaken each morning not remembering your dreams, But feeling content and serene Know that I am with you Filling your nights with thoughts of me.
When you linger in the remnant pain, Wholeness seeming so unfamiliar, Think of me.
Know that I am with you Touching you through shared tears of a gentle friend Easing the pain .
As the sunrise illuminates the desert sky In that breathtaking brilliance, awaken your spirit.
Think of our time together, all too brief, but ever brilliant.
When you are certain of us together, When you are certain of your destiny, Know that God created that moment in time, just for us.
I am praying for you too / Myra Barton (Mom to Edvin Andrei Ang )Read >>
I am praying for you too / Myra Barton (Mom to Edvin Andrei Ang )
LORD, please bless all these wonderful people around me who inspite of their own grief, they still manage to reach out and comfort others who are grieving as well. Wrap them in your arms as you are doing to me often. Amen.
DEAREST MAMA, I SEE HOW MUCH YOU MISS ME AND WISH I WEREN'T GONE. I TOOK A PART OF YOU WITH ME THE DAY GOD CALLED ME HOME. PLEASE TRY TO UNDERSTAND DEAR MAMA,THAT WE'RE NOT THAT FAR APART,FOR I'LL BE FOREVER NEAR BECAUSE I HAVE YOUR HEART.I KNOW THERE'S TIMES YOU FEEL THERE'S NO REASON TO GO ON, YOU WISH YOU COULD BE WITH ME,AND YOU HAVE BEEN ALL ALONG.JUST BECAUSE I WENT HOME AND I'M IN THE MASTER'S HANDS DOESN'T MEAN I'M NOT STILL WITH YOU...BESIDE YOU'S WHERE I STAND.PLEASE TRY TO UNDERSTAND DEAR MAMA, THAT I'LL ALWAYS LOVE YOU SO, I CAN'T STAND TO SEE YOU HURTING SO THERE'S SOMETHING YOU SHOULD KNOW. EACH TIME YOU FEEL THE SUNSHINE UPON YOUR LOVELY FACE, IT'S ME SMILING DOWN UPON YOU AND TOUCHING YOU WITH GOD'S SWEET EMBRACE.EACH NIGHT YOU'RE SAD AND LONELY AND THE TEARS YOU CAN'T CONTROL. I'M RIGHT THERE BESIDE YOU AND I NEVER WILL LET GO.GOD TOLD ME TO TELL YOU THAT HE KNOWS YOUR PAIN INSIDE. FOR HE LOST HIS SON TOO,UPON THAT CROSS HE DIED. HE WASN'T TRYING TO HURT YOU BY CALLING ME HOME SO SOON, THERE'S JUST PLANS THAT HE HAD FOR ME THAT NO ONE ELSE COULD DO. I WANT TO THANK YOU DEAREST MAMA,FOR ALL YOU GAVE TO ME, BUT MOST OF ALL, I THANK GOD BECAUSE YOU'RE THE BEST MOTHER ONE COULD BE. SO, EACH TIME YOU THINK OF ME AND TEARS FILL YOUR EYES,WHEN YOU FEEL LIKE GIVING UP, JUST LOOK UP TO THE SKIES.LIFE ON EARTH IS HARD, I KNOW,BUT YOU MUST BE SO STRONG.FOR I'LL BE FOREVER WITH YOU UNTIL GOD CALLS YOU HOME. I LOVED YOU FROM THE START AND I LOVE YOU STILL,PLEASE DON'T GIVE UP,MAMA,FOR IT'S JUST NOT IN GOD'S WILL. I NEVER WILL FORSAKE YOU ,I'LL BE THERE EVERYDAY,I'LL HOLD YOU IN MY ANGEL WINGS AND GUIDE YOU ON YOUR WAY. ALTHOUGH, I'M GONNA GO NOW, REMEMBER IT'S NOT FOR LONG. FOR I'LL STAND BESIDE YOU THROUGH IT ALL AND I'M NEVER REALLY GONE. I LOVE YOU MORE THAN WORDS CAN SAY AND I HATE TO KNOW YOU FEEL SO LOST.JUST REMEMBER WE WILL MEET AGAIN CAUSE JESUS LEFT THAT CROSS. "WRITTEN BY DAWN ELMORE"
Graduating friend Matt and now Maddi / Mom Read >>
Graduating friend Matt and now Maddi / Mom The end of school is just around the corner and the memories of your graduation are wrestling with my heart. Your scholarship is also soon to be awarded. The is for you Stem Close
It was Sunday morning when I finally saw it. There in the Friday paper was Ike Neale's death notice. Pam had warned me that the time was coming, but I still didn't expect it to be so soon. Yet last Sunday afternoon when I walked into the funeral home there he was surrounded by flower, family, and friends. Ike was a local boy, and Pam had driven me past the home place some years back. Some of you probably remember when the Neale kids were growing up riding in the feed truck with their Dad, but I didn't meet Ike until after he and Roberta had moved closer to town. I heard the stories about the time the dogs chased the chickens, and all about the lunches brought out to the fields. It made me feel as if I'd been there, and it brought back warm memories of my own family's farm. One year I had one of Ike's grandsons in school. Somehow we got to talking about planting, and Brice shared a piece of his grandad's wisdon. "Grandpa says you shouldn't plant corn until you can sit on the ground and your bottom stays warm." I tried to follow that advice, but I forgot to talk to Ike about how to keep the varmints out. That year those doggone racoons were the only ones to benefit from Ike's wisdom. I did talk to Ike about other things, though. He liked to call to me from the grocery store checkout line, and we'd swap stories or catch up on news. One day I shared my frustrations with my gas push mower, and the next thing I knew there was Ike in my driveway. He rummaged around in the back of his pickup for a while, then pulled out just what I'd been asking for - an old-fashioned reel push mower. It was just what I needed for my postage stamp yard, and Ike thought it would fit my hand just fine. I'll miss seeing Ike, but I don't begrudge his leaving. His spirit was still strong, but his earthly container was worn out. It was time to go home. It was another homecoming, a Gaither Homecoming, that kept me from reading about Ike until Sunday. Hubby and I left town on Friday expecting to have a beautiful drive to Springfield. The weather was pleasant and the redbuds were goregeous, but the destruction from winter's ice storm was painful to see. Once we headed south of Camdenton I don't believe there was a single tree that hadn't suffered some sort of damage. Huge limbs dangled from strips of bark. Large cedars were smashed flat. Tops were clipped off towering wood lots as if they's been trimmed, and everywhere there were branches scattered all over the ground. You could tell where some home owners had gone to work with chainsaws and clippers. Neatly stacked rows of logs were flanked by stacks of brush head high. Some fields hand neat rows of downed branches, looking almost as if someone had raked windows of hay. Others were scattered with limbs almost as if someone had raked windows of hay. Others were scattered with limbs almost as if someone had spilled a box of giant toothpicks. On a shirt-sleeve day it was hard to imagine the kind of ice it would have taken to cause destruction over so many miles. Even when we arrived in Springfield the destruction continued. Yards were full of stacked branches, and everywhere we looked trees were scarred from the limbs they had lost. But all of that was forgotten once the music began. If you enjoy gospel music, a Gaither Homecoming is where you want to be. The four hour conceret flew by, and when we left the hall our heads were so full of music we could hardly sleep. It was a joyous, fun-filled evening, and I can hardly wait to go again. At one point in the evening the whole auditorium was singing along, and my sister-in-law looked at me. "Isn't this awesome?" she said. "Just imagine what the singing in heaven will be like." I replied. I think Ike Neale already knows.
Happy Easter to SEAN and FAMILY! / Myra Barton Andrei's Mama Read >>
Happy Easter to SEAN and FAMILY! / Myra Barton Andrei's Mama
"Jesus said to her, "I am the one who brings people back to life, and I am life itself. Those who believe in me will live even if they die. Everyone who lives and believes in me will never die. Do you believe that?" (John 11:25)
Lord, we do believe that! We cling to that hope with all that is within us. It is that promise that gets us through the day and gives us hope for the future. Thank you for reassuring us that death for your children is merely a passage into a perfect world, where you will one day wipe away all our tears. Thank you for EASTER. Close
The Case of the Mysterious Gun Shots by Sean Lamberson / Mom Read >>
The Case of the Mysterious Gun Shots by Sean Lamberson / Mom
Hello my name is Detective Lamberson. I will tell you about a mysterious case I solved. One night I was watching TV and just then BANG, BANG, PLUNK! I ran outside OH my god?? There Randy Harer lay shot in the shoulder and hit upside the head with the top of a trash can. I looked for fingerprints! Got some. I looked in all of the files of criminals got him! It was BJ Wagner. I went to all of his friends houses. One told me where he was staying. He was at an old house. I brought my friends named Zach, Justin & Cliff. We got there. I opened the door. BANG! Justin got shot! Zach & Cliff jumped on him BANG! Zach got shot! BANG! BANG! BANG! Cliff was a goner. Thud I gave BJ an uppercut! Thud! hit to the stomach!. He was down. He got back up SNAP! I put him in a wrestling move called the Olympic. He was sent to jail and a day later the case was closed. And I got an 1500 dollar reward. BY SEAN LAMBERSON Close
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