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So today is your 11th birthday not here
Still, I hold you very dear
I hope it is a celebration in Heaven today
That your birthday is celebrated in a special kind of way
How I wish to spend this special day with you
And I know you'd want that too
But you are at a place you always wanted to be
With your Heavenly Father...absolutely pain-free
You are still missed, still loved, though many years have passed
Because a special Dad like you live forever in my heart
One day I will get to hold you again
To your memories I will hold on 'til then
So, celebrate dear Dad, flap them angel wings
Because your birthday here on earth used to be quite a big thing
Sing and dance in Heavens' golden streets today
May your birthday be celebrated in a special kind of way
Happy Birthday my superhero Pops
Always remember that you are loved
And you are remembered by so many
My coolest, most loving, worlds' most awesome Daddy
"Remember, hope is a good thing, maybe the
best of things and no good thing ever dies."
Quote by _Stephen King
I dream
and it always begins the same
I am floating in a surreal ocean
and can see no shore
there is a deep silence
until ... I hear voices calling me
their voices
floating like waves
voices of all my beloved family gone above
still connected to me
in dreams
they give me hope
oh, my baby boy is crying
I guess he will never grow up in heaven
mom ... hold him for me
press him to your heart
my love ... how I still love you
your death too sudden it still hurts
daddy I miss you so much
grandma wish you could tell me a story
grandpa you always make me smile
sister you left me too soon
I hope, hope and pray
I can dream this dream always, ever
for it keeps the voices alive in my heart
for without them ... my life is empty
a void
I collect all my dream memories
in a glass jar
a collection of hope that never dies
my wish to pen poems until my very end
for they are the story of my life and of them
and if I cannot because I am withered old
I will write them in my head
or in my dreams
I hope God will take my hand in his
and lead me home to you
when it is time
until then ... I dream, I dream of you
and all the deep love and hope we shared
Another life erased.
Tears rolling down my face.
Another soul that cannot be replaced.
Murder was the case.
To humanity, a disgrace.
Spirits misplaced, in the air, the hate I can taste.
"Oh, what a waste"!
No more Precious-Doe.
A child killed in Missouri,
by the hands of her mommy and daddy.
Who was controlled by the enemy.
A nation left in misery.
"So many unsolved mysteries"!
As the page unfolds,
many are left untold.
"Until we find the gold,
we fall deeper into the hole"!
Today leads to tomorrow,
and tomorrow to centuries.
"Left in history, we are only memories,
in the grave"!
But Jesus saves the grave.
"Like he saved the slaves"!
I listened to loved ones reading the names of those they lost on 9/11 and long before the reading was through….I remember thinking to myself…How can you miss someone you never knew?
Some of the people reading the names on that sorrowful carrousel…weren’t even born when those planes crashed…weren’t alive when the towers fell.
They were too young to know the person hatred mercilessly snatched away…yet they all said: Even though I never knew you…I miss you every day.
So I began to listen more closely at how their stories intertwined…and how they all found joy and happiness in the memories left behind.
Ironically, it is that joy and happiness…(at least this is my belief)…that offers us some comfort…as it ushers in our grief.
And it is precisely that joy and happiness spread out to each family member…to those who were not born yet…or those oo young to remember…
Joyous memories of an uncle, brother, sister, father or a wife…that takes a person they never knew they lost…and brings them back to life.
“You were my best friend…brother.”
“She was smart and funny and wise.”
“Mommy says I have your smile.”
“Daddy says have your eyes.”
Perhaps it is each memory of a moment of love…a moment shared…that helps us through those other moments…when we’re sad or lonely or scared.
Perhaps it is each memory…with a loved one that we share…that can help to build a memory…of a person no longer there.
And perhaps it is each memory passed from me to you…to you…
That can make another person…miss…someone they never knew…
Yes, the more I listened the more I realized…it is possible to miss someone you never knew…
because as they told their stories…
I began to miss them too.
How I got here, I’m not really sure, the reasons aren’t always real clear,
But somehow I manage to live in the dog house most of the days of the year.
She said she felt blotted and chubby today; did I think she was getting too fat?
Don’t worry dear, there is nothing to fear, I think you look always like that.
She had tears in her eyes, starting to cry; said I don’t listen to her any more,
I’m sorry dear, what were saying, I was trying to hear the football score.
She says I don’t love her, not any any more, not like when we both were kids,
I'm sorry Honey, of course I do, its just that I forgot to put down the lid.
So once again Rover you need to move over, Daddy is sleeping here tonight,
I don’t mean to upset her, I try to get better, but the words never come out just right.
Our bubble of life in this vast Universe
A planet so dear, Natures from birth
She really is all that we know
But we know there are others
As our telescopes show
Named after Mythical gods, from our Human past
But these names will be known as long as we last
These gas giants and the terrestrials
Will become street talk in future juveniles
Mercury, Venus, Earth and Mars
Lets visit the above in space like cars
Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus - Neptune
Before we go, lets stop off at the moon
The daddy of them all
The mother off all planets
The daughter has lost
The Sun has won it
How can it be, that this tremendous glow
Never strikes, or never goes slow
What will we do when she tires out
If you have the answer, please give me a shout
So remember, hey future when we pass them in cars
Their more important than us, they are the Stars
They are there for a reason, we just have not reached
But ancestors of our past, they did so preach.
Oh Jesus,oh Jesus,high in the sky,
Please won't you let this heart of mine die.
I get sad at all the things that I see,
When no other children play their games with me.
You let this happen when I was just three,
Now that I'm older, it's harder for me.
My legs are all burnt,my face is a mess,
I wouldn't feel pretty, even in a new dress.
So why did you let this happen to me?
What had I done at the tender age of three?
You have taken my mommy,my daddy as well
On that cold winter night,I remember so well.
So if you are listening,please grant me my wish.
To come up to heaven,
So I have mommy and daddy to kiss.
Back in ’52 if you did not have two children you could be sent to Korea.
My daddy was expecting a baby with his wife in July.
The recruiting officer stopped him three times in May.
Dick, you have to fill out that last paper before May 31st.
Daddy was sure he was going to be drafted.
He would only have one child when the next troupe got sent to war.
Two would have saved him, but he was only expecting me.
A voice in his head said “do not sign that paper yet” so he didn’t.
On May 31st Daddy was in a pool hall and someone yelled this
“Hey, Stone, you have twin girls!”
Dad thought this was a funny joke.
Someone else came in and yelled the same thing.
He said “I already heard that one.”
Then our mother’s brothers came in to get him.
Daddy did not get the boy he got two identical twin girls that day.
He went to the recruiting center and the guy said “I know, I heard."
He tore up the papers; we saved him from being sent to the Korea War.
We found the old typewriter in 1967
None of us knew whose it was at one time
It was hidden in a corner of great grandma’s attic
At this time, I was using an electric typewriter.
This antique typewriter was nigh onto impossible to use
You had to push the buttons with the force of a sledgehammer
We did not find the unfinished novels until two days later.
Great grandma’s daddy had been a writer!
This intrigued me. No one had ever said this to me before.
I felt a kinship to him as I read his pages. He was pretty good.
I wondered why everyone had discouraged me from becoming a writer.
It was obvious now that the talent is in my family.
Daddy, how we missed you when you died
I had not been told when I was five
Come back,Daddy,miss your smiling eyes
We were told that we must never cry
When the cancer took your earthly life
Daddy, how you suffered ,then you died
When you wanted company, I tried
I was too articulate to thrive
Come back,Daddy,miss my Daddy’s eyes
By the flower beds, you wanted a guide
You wanted me to talk.I really tried.
Daddy we fell down a black hole, why d’y die?
You slept all alone, the pain arrived
We slept with our mammy, on your side
Come back,Daddy, don’t you miss my eyes?
I always hum like you did though I’m shy
You are singing through me, close and wise
Daddy, we still miss you and your pride
Come back,Daddy, teach me how to cry.