Joey Marshall Whiteman
September 8 1980 - September 3 2002
ACCEPTANCE Gwen Flowers It isn't letting go, It's going on. It isn't only shadows, And is isn't only dawn. It isn't getting through it, It's letting it come through me. Not living in the darkness, Though the darkness I can see. It's living with the sorrow But finding memories sweet. It's knowing that it takes both sides To make it all complete. It's soaking up the sunshine Along with the rain. It's learning to let laughter live side by side with pain. It's knowing that the years Won't change a love that's real, Or take away the joy you brought, or the sorrow that I feel, It's knowing tears and laughter, Can live on the same face, And your impression in my heart, Can never be erased. Lyrics- In The Arms of the Angels
My Love, My Life, My son Joey
Joey / Three Hours Old
People say we look alike here
A CUT FINGER IS NUMB BEFORE IT BLEEDS, IT BLEEDS BEFORE IT HURTS, IT HURTS UNTIL IT BEGINS TO HEAL, IT FORMS A SCAR AND ITCHES, UNTIL FINALLY, THE SCAB IS LEFT, WHERE ONCE THERE WAS A WOUND, GRIEF IS THE DEEPEST WOUND YOU EVER HAD, LIKE A CUT FINGER, IT GOES THROUGH STAGES, AND LEAVES A SCAR. AUTHOR UNKNOWN
"Who am I today?" I ask.. And I wonder if I even know, I know the past has shaped me now, Even though the past was long ago. The little moments form a blur, The times both happy and sad, All the people I once knew And the things I used to have. They all helped me, to become Where, what and who I am now, Because everything has influenced me I'm not sure exactly how. But I'm thankful for the memories, Even of the people I've never really met, For the people I miss, the people I love, And even the people I'd love to forget For these memories have helped me grow They've made me calm, yet stong And now there's a story to my life That they've been writing all along So thank you for the memories Without them I don't know who I'd be Because somewhere among these memories Are the things that define me. Author Unknown
THE GIFTS OF GOODBYE
... by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
If somehow I had known that day.....
Was the day he was going to die
And I was granted one last thing,
I would ask for the gifts of goodbye.
There are so many things I would give him.
The warmth of a hug, and a smile.
I'd give him that one last "I love you".
Then we'd sit and we'd talk for awhile.
The gift of time for a long goodbye.
Sharing memories of good times we had.
I'd tell him how deeply I'll miss him.
How his absence will make me so sad.
I would wish him well on his journey,
Have him promise to send me some signs.
I 'd ask him to be waiting for me
And to help me until it's my time.
I 'd hold him so close within my arms
Until his very last breath was gone.
Feeling the warmth escape his skin
And knowing he didn't die alone.
Looking up I'd wave as his spirit left
Knowing that only his body had died.
I'd forever and ever be thankful for
The wonderful gifts of goodbye.
With all my heart and soul,
Love, Mom April, 2008
THANK YOU MOM
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Thank you Mom for giving me life
When you were just a young girl.
Enduring the pain of childbirth
As I entered into this world.
Thank you Mom for enjoying our time
All those years I was growing up.
I always felt so safe with you
Even when life became tough.
Thank you Mom for believing in me
And respecting me as a man.
Please know it wasn't all in vain
God just had another plan.
Thank you Mom for helping me cross
To my journey the night that I died.
We were never really apart.
In my heart you were right by my side.
Thank you Mom for trusting your dream
When I came to tell you goodbye.
Even though you don't understand it
Mom, I needed your help to die.
Thank you Mom for realizing with faith
That when I drew my final breath...
My soul continued to live on.
Love can't be destroyed by death.
Thank you Mom for shedding those tears
When you thought that no one knew.
But you were never crying alone
I was there to help you through.
Thank you Mom for being aware
That my presence survives and is strong.
I didn't leave, I'm still right here.
Only from sight am I gone.
Thank you Mom for working so hard
To keep my memory alive.
By sharing with people everywhere
That my spirit didn't die.
Thank you Mom for listening to me
As you write down these heartfelt lines.
Knowing I speak directly to you
Through memories and thoughts in your mind.
Thank you Mom for understanding your heart
So that even in death I can say.....
"I love you Mom, forevermore
And I'll be with you on Mother's Day".
No Mother's Day flowers from you today
I'll instead place them on your grave.
No Mother's Day card can you send my way
I'll just savor the one's that I saved.
I'll sit here and think of the day you were born
and the joy that your life gave to me.
And thank the heavens for our moment in time
for as short as it had to be.
The sound of your laughter plays in my head
your love is deep in my heart.
As I sit and think of the day that you left
knowing were not really apart.
Only thoughts of you for Mother's Day
bittersweet smiles and tears.
Sending my love to the Heavens above
this day in our hearts we will share.
Donna Mae Scuncio
May 2, 2002
I am writing to you from heaven,
And though it must appear
A rather strange idea,
I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit
Your stores to find a card--
A card of love for my mother,
As this day for her is hard.
There must be some mistake, I thought,
Every card you could imagine,
Except I could not find a card
From a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a mother too,
No matter where I do reside.
I had to leave, she understands,
But, oh. the tears she's cried.
I thought that as I wrote you,
You would come to know
That though I live in heaven now,
I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, and dreams with me,
We still share our laughter, too.
Memories are our way of speaking now--
Would you see what you could do?
My mother carries me in her heart,
Her tears they cloud her sight.
She writes poems to honor me,
Sometimes far into the night.
She plants flowers in my garden,
There my living memory dwells.
She writes to other grieving parents,
Trying to ease their pain as well.
So you see Mr. Hallmark,
Though I no longer live on earth,
I must find a way to remind her
Of her loving, wondrous worth.
She needs to be honored
And lovingly remembered too,
Just as all the mothers’ children
Still living on earth will do.
Thank you, Mr. Hallmark,
I know you'll do your best.
I have done all I can do now,
So to you I'll leave the rest.
Please find a way to tell her
How much she means to me,
Until I can do it for myself
When she joins me in eternity. May You Have
Peace of Heart™
WHEN YOU THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my
first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately
wanted to paint another one.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a
stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make my
favorite cake for me, and I learned that the little
things can be the special things in life..
When you thought I wasn't looking I heard you say a
prayer, and I knew that there is a God I could always
talk to, and I learned to trust in Him.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you make a
meal and take it to a friend who was sick, and I
learned that we all have to help take care of each other.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you take care
of our house and everyone in it, and I learned we have
to take care of what we are given.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw how you
handled your responsibilities, even when you didn't
feel good, and I learned that I would have to be
responsible when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw tears come
from your eyes, and I learned that sometimes things
hurt, but it's all right to cry.
When you thought I wasn't looking I saw that you
cared, and I wanted to be everything that I could be.
When you thought I wasn't looking I learned most of
life's lessons that I need to know to be a good and
productive person when I grow up.
When you thought I wasn't looking I looked at you and
wanted to say,'Thanks for all the things I saw when
you thought I wasn't looking'
I found a penny today
Just laying on the ground,
But it's not just a penny
This little coin I've found.
Found pennies come from heaven
That's what my Grandpa told me,
He said Angels toss them down
Oh, how I loved that story.
He said when an Angel misses you
They toss a penny down,
Sometimes just to cheer you up
To make a smile out of your frown.
So don't pass by that penny
When you're feeling blue,
It may be a penny from heaven
That an Angel's tossed to you.-UNKNOWN-