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1. I never had the chance to say goodbye to either of you, and I regret not having the time to grieve properly. I also wish I could have expressed my gratitude for the way you raised me into the person I am today. I want you to know that I miss you both every single day. There are moments when I feel overwhelmed and struggle to get back on my feet, but I draw strength from the lessons you taught me during your time here. Your guidance instilled in me the determination to keep moving forward. I am grateful for the life lessons you imparted and for always steering me in the right direction, ensuring I understood my mistakes and how to rectify them. Thank you for your unwavering love and support throughout my life, and for demonstrating what true devotion looks like. Your relationship showed me the essence of a genuine marriage, with both of you always standing by each other. I find myself shedding tears because I can no longer see your faces or speak with you. I wish I had saved more voicemails; while I have pictures, hearing your voices would mean the world to me. I pray every night that you can hear me and know how much I miss and love you both for being such an integral part of my life. I hope you are proud of my accomplishments, and if I have ever disappointed you, I sincerely apologize and hope you can forgive me. My goal in life was to make you proud, and now that you are no longer with me, I continue to fight to honor your memory. I love you both deeply and am thankful for the life you gave me, for your love, your teachings, and for always being my steadfast supporters. Thank you for being my mother and father.
I feel the torrent of pain racking my body’s life.
In despair, I hold my wife's hand so tight.
Tears and sobbing surround me; my family feels helpless.
Yet as the pain subsides, I smile, knowing I’m blessed.
I look at each of them, reminiscing about our life memories.
Watching each of them create a new family with their stories.
With each telling of what we lovingly remembered from our times.
Then a warm, gentle wind blows through, ringing the chimes.
I feel a new presence of love forming before me as I am in awe.
My family senses the calming comfort of the inevitable call.
I call forth with my last breath that I love them, to let me go.
Then my wife calmed my family and told me we are ok so I let go.
Brother Jesus held me, and he quieted my heart as I cried.
The time has come for my family to grieve as I died.
"FOREVER A PART OF ME"
(poem #6 written by Michelle L LeBlanc on 01/18/2023 in memory of my son Jayden Donald Leblanc ??)
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Oh, to awake one day to find you here by my side
I miss you my beautiful boy
I never wanted to be taken on this ride
I wish we never let you go on that September 4th day
But how could we deny you a pleasure
You felt you needed in so many ways?
Yesterdays gone, there's nothing that we can do
But only rest in the fact
That there was no suffering for you
Oh my boy, I want you here next to me
To see you come down the stairs
So my heart doesn't have to grieve
Balancing your laptop on just the flat of your hand
I told you that wasn't good
But you always said, 'Mom, that I safely can'
I know I cannot focus on your loss if I'm to get through
But I also can't block out your memory
This is quite a complicated process to do
Tonight I'm taking time to feel the pain
Oh how I wish this was a dream
So many memories of you to retain
Can you come to see me just one last time?
Hug me and tell me you love me
Wrap your arms around this heart of mine
I just don't want you to be gone my precious son
So much fun and laughter
You were always the most animated one
Letting you go, can and never will be
You will always be within my heart
Forever a Part Of Me!!
The ides of March are upon us.
The air is crisp and cold,
And I set out with my two dogs,
To see what the night enfolds.
I love my nightly walks with them,
Just me and God and them.
It's how I set my heart to rest.
It soothes me once again.
My walks with them do calm me,
They soothe and heal my spirit.
This time with Him is like a balm,
Against the things that sear it.
The air is cold and sweet tonight,
It's overcast and dark.
No stars bejewel the sky this night,
As we walk through the park.
The night bird's call is sweet tonight,
Upon my weary ear.
I look for him in vain, I know,
For he will not appear.
Here and there are sparkles,
By my feet amid the grass,
Like fairies flitting to and fro,
Twinkling as we pass.
His touch is everywhere it seems,
We only have to look.
His promise never to forsake,
Is written in The Book.
There is one thing only,
That our God just cannot do,
He cannot lie, for He is Truth.
He's here, I tell you true.
Thus reassured I start for home,
My heart no longer heavy.
My step is light for He is here,
To lift my tax and levy.
"Faint not, for I am here for you."
He speaks to my lonely spirit.
I just have to take the time,
And listen so I'll hear it.
He's here for me, I know He is,
And He will never leave.
I just have to do my part,
So there's no need to grieve.
The road is long and rough, I know,
It's filled with twists and turns,
But if I lift my hands to Him,
My spirit soon returns;
For He will catch me up to Him,
In His strong arms I'm safe.
My Father's here, no need to fear,
I'm covered by His Grace.
"BE STILL AND KNOW THAT I AM GOD. I WILL BE EXALTED AMONG THE NATIONS.
I WILL BE EXALTED IN THE EARTH.'
THE LORD OF HOSTS IS WITH US, THE GOD OF JACOB IS OUR STRONG HOLD. SELAH."
Psalm 46:10-11
In the beginning when the Godhead decided a new race to create,
He made Adam and Eve and gave them the ability to procreate.
With God as Creator and Adam as father,
Eve was destined the nations of the world to mother.
The serpent so subtle and cunning caused Eve to sin,
And in that very moment the consequence of dying did begin,
As punishment God said Adam’s life would be toilful,
And the process of childbirth for Eve would be painful.
Eve was so elated when she gave birth to her firstborn son Cain,
But little did she know that he would be the cause of much pain.
Soon after she birthed her second son named Abel,
He God’s command did obey, but against God Cain did rebel.
When God refused his offering, he let anger boil up in his head,
And when it was all over his brother Abel was dead,
Even as his birth brought joy to his mother Eve,
His violence against his brother caused her heart to grieve
Though our mothers the perfection of Eve do not possess,
We their children throughout our lives must confess,
They surely inherited all her maternal qualities,
As evidenced by our mothers’ numerous abilities.
They carry us for nine months often in great discomfort,
Then have to endure the physical torture of childbirth,
After we are born a lifetime nurture and caring commences,
Often in the face of numerous obstacles and sundry offences.
The roles mothers perform are too many to number,
Nurse, wife, chef, chauffeur, broken heart mender,
Psychologist, teacher, activist, referee, entertainer, nutritionist,
Alchemist, gardener, homemaker, law enforcer and home economist.
When God the family did establish and roles for its members did assign,
A special role for mothers he did wisely design,
This multifaceted role which required such skill could be filled by none other,
Than the indefatigable, amazing person we simply call mother.
So, on this day devoted to the honor of mothers,
We pay tribute to the ones who spend their lives caring for others,
Whether they are alive or dead,
We will never let the memory of them fade from our head.
I mourn your death, though you still breathe and speak,
No carved stone waits where your memory should lie;
I hear a silence where your laughter used to peak,
And rehearse your absence like a practiced goodbye.
There is no grave to mark the shape of your end,
No earth has closed where your shadow might remain,
Yet I still kneel where I imagine you’ll descend,
Tracing future hollowed out by unnamed pain.
I build you a coffin out of all I cannot say,
And line it with the seconds you have not yet lost,
Each one a small betrayal of a coming day,
Each one a quiet accounting of an unseen cost.
Your voice still stands, but I already hear it fade,
Like a room remembering the furniture gone cold,
Like iron slowly learning to degrade,
While no hand has yet dared to make the story old.
So I learn your leave before it learns your name,
And I grieve a shape that time has not agreed to form;
A future stitched from silence, woe, and borrowed flame,
Where I know no stone—only pain keeping me warm.
Southern Airways Flight 932
November 14, the night they flew
McDonnell Douglas DC-9
Like all flights, they should be fine
On the return home
They clipped some tree's
The final run
From Greenville,NC
37 players
In all, 75
From this tragedy
None survived
This Thundering Herd
Taken in their prime
Coaches and others
Before their time
But We Are Marshall
Would rise again
To take away
This terrible pain
From a point of closure
They reunite
To carry the lost
In their football right
Jack Lengyel
Appointed coach
With Red Dawson
Through Dedmans approach
Young Thundering Herd
First game lost
29 - 6
Experience cost
First post win
Against Xavier
15 - 13
Calms despair
In 1974
Jack Lengyel leaves
But, We Are Marshall
We quietly grieve
" Dedicated to the Thundering Herd Football Team from Marshall University-West Virginia
and Mr Arthur D. Schwarz, a fervent football fan "
Whispers of Autumn
Whispers of wet winds on mellowing leaves
Herald coming of the autumn season,
Strip tress of their clothing, lead them to grieve
As swarms of swallows seek warmer regions.
The sky is oft spanned with gilded leaves in flight
Whirling with whispers of wild autumn winds
And coming to rest on the ground with fright
After their dance in the air with a swing.
Whispers of dry winds in autumn of life
Beckon grey hairs and wrinkles on the face,
Weather our strength as to tread we do strive
And as leaves, the ground we wish to embrace.
Whispers of autumn turn leaves yellowish
And curl human lives with season`s anguish.
So this is how it ends, then —
Not with thunder, not with rain,
But with a sentence cold and plain,
And me, standing in the ache again.
I had said, “This is my last try,”
With every ounce of love and cry,
Swore on the ones I hold most dear,
Still, you chose to disappear.
You didn’t fight, not even flinch,
You let it go — inch by inch.
As if the story we once wrote
Was just a name you’d learn to misquote.
No tremble in your final word,
No echo of the love I heard.
While I held fire in both my hands,
You watched it burn without a glance.
Do you know what silence costs?
What it means to grieve what's lost?
Not death — just absence wearing skin,
The kind of void that screams within.
But I won't beg. I never will.
A promise made, a heart gone still.
You made your choice. I made mine too —
To live a life untouched by you.
The maracas of leafy trees
whisper rhythms to the wind,
a quiet song of December.
Four days---- left to go---
till the year ends,
and time spills forward,
its hands brushing past us,
softly, relentless.
You and I,
counting moments,
the weight of years
settling like dew-----light, inevitable
somethings are done, a lot many left undone
but the ceaseless march of time moves forward.
But here in the enchanting garden,
under the sun’s gentle gaze,
age is a story written in roots and petals,
a bench painted green with memories
What is there to grieve,
when old feels like this-----
and life hums softly
in the company of trees?