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Memorial created 01-26-2005 by
Terrie Whiteman
Joey Marshall Whiteman
September 8 1980 - September 3 2002

A WALK ON CHRISTMAS DAY ....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001 I took a walk on Christmas day In the cool crisp winter air. The trees bowed down before me And they whispered in my ear. "Walk lightly on the pathway. Tip-toe quietly as you go. Remember all the days gone by Of the life you used to know" Along the path were Christmas trees And stars and angel wings, Toys for little children But no children could be seen. Bright red bows and Christmas wreaths And flowers all around, Big brass horns and jingle bells Although they made no sound. Manger scenes and ornaments And little twinkle lights, Santa Clause and reindeer, That didn't come last night. Decorations everywhere, It was Christmas at this place. All was well until I felt A teardrop on my face. I walked lightly on the pathway. I tip-toed quietly as I prayed. Then I looked down and saw it... His name upon his grave. "It's Christmas", whispered all the trees To the graveyard names below. ..And I remembered days gone by Of the life I used to know. © 2007 - Christine Ross

 

....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001 I wonder if you heard it? Did you listen really well? It's in every Christmas carol And in every Christmas bell. There is a sweet familiar voice. It's one you'll recognize. The one you've longed to hear again. Just concentrate and close your eyes. I wonder if you smelled it? Did you inhale really deep? It's in every Christmas fragrance And in every Christmas tree. There is a sweet familiar scent. It's one you'll recognize. The one you've longed to breathe again. Just concentrate and close your eyes. I wonder if you tasted it? Did it linger on your lips? It's in every Christmas candy And in every Christmas sip. There is a sweet familiar taste. It's one you'll recognize. The one you've longed to kiss again. Just concentrate and close your eyes. I wonder if you felt it? Did it brush you close enough? It's in every Christmas teardrop And in every Christmas hug. There is a sweet familiar touch. It's one you'll recognize. The one you've longed to hold again. Just concentrate and close your eyes. I wonder if you saw it? Did you look at it tonight? It's in every Christmas candle And in every Christmas light. There is a sweet familiar face. It's one you'll recognize. The one you've longed to see again. Just concentrate... with opened eyes. © 2007 - Christine Ross

 

Dear Santa can you see me With tears upon my face A heart so badly broken Missing his embrace As I write this letter... to express my only wish Dear Santa, please remember One gift upon my list His smile and his laughter His hugs and kisses too Dear Santa I am pleading To make my wish come true I haven't been quite perfect I've tried the best I can But being you are Santa... You might just change the plan Each day I wake to sorrow Pain that I can't flee Dear Santa I am asking Could you bring him back to me? Dear Santa could you find it... within your kind warm heart To bring him home for Christmas So we are not apart? In loving memory of Joey and his heavenly buddies Lyndie © December 2007

 

Dearest Joey, Your candle's shining brightly on the grieving parents site, Your room is filled with Christmas Strings,of brightly colored lights, Our tree is filled with angels, your name on everyone, From birth to death I see you, newborn to twenty-one. This Christmas Day will be the same, as the three that have all passed, You're not here, not in the flesh, but in my heart you'll last. I miss you so much, my sweet boy, I can't imagine why, how I keep on going year to year, without your sweet goodbye, Be happy with the angels, you've met along the way, They'll be your friends forever, Forever and a Day. Sweet Dreams My Angel, Merry Christmas, Love, Mom

 

Christmas Without You I wonder where you are right now as Christmas eve draws near. Do you see me with my broken heart, tried to catch my silent tear? I wonder where you are right now as Christmas morn dawns new. Did you hear me call your name just now as I sat and thought of you? I wonder where you are right now as the presents are undone. Did I hear you in the chilling wind and feel you with the winter's sun I wonder where you are right now as we gather for our meal Did I just feel a gentle breeze or is that you I feel? I know where you are right now and I knew it from the start. I needn't look to far for you because your always in my heart Right here, now at Christmas time and every day through out the year. All I need is to close my eyes and know that you are near. Donna Mae Scuncio Dec 2002

 

My Christmas Tree All I have under my Christmas tree are my wonderful memories of you. But oh what special gifts they are when the days are feeling blue. The Christmas tree is finally up decorations have been placed but it just doesn't quite look right just a little out of place. A little sparse on gifts this year the lights just aren't as bright. And the little angle topper. she just will not sit right. There are play dough ornaments you made when you were three. A lumpy form of a snowman sits proudly on the tree. And look a paper snowflake I think it was grade two. A little torn and tattered a precious gift from you I have some wire candy canes you made when you were eight. Now they're bent and out of shape but still they're looking great. Here's a little cut out wreath with a picture of you in round. A bright and happy smiling face only now there is no sound. Grade six brought me a Christmas tree gently crafted from some clay. With little painted ornaments but it still hangs here today. They sit amongst the shiny tinsel on the branches of the tree. so when Christmas morning comes you'll still be here with me. Donna Mae Scuncio December, 2004

 

Memories I Had I made your favorite cookies, A tear fell as I stirred, The things I've done a million times, But did not hear a single word. Oh Mom, can I help make them? Can I have a few more chips? Oh why just can't I just hear them once? Coming from your dear sweet lips. Those were the days I loved so much, With you right by my side Doing little things with me, And now they all subside. No more Mommy, can I help you? No more Xmas Eves, No more Xmas mornings, Only time to grieve. Memories are there for me, To warm my weary head, I stare outside at fallen snow, As I lay there in my bed. In Memory of Joey on Christmas, 2007 Terrie Whiteman

 

CHRISTMAS EVE ...by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001 It's Christmas Eve and I'm lonely Remembering you tonight. Precious memories make me smile But this pain within I fight. I wish I could play Santa Claus Just one more time for fun. And watch you open presents But your life is over and done. I know you are the one that died But I also died... someway And so did every Christmas Eve And every special holiday. We have no Christmas tree with lights And we have no jingle bells. We only have this loneliness, Not dead... but a living hell. I'll still wait for you tonight To walk tall through that front door, Bushing the snow off of your coat And we'll have Christmas Eve once more. © 2004 - Christine Ross

 

Where are you Christmas Why can't I find you Why have you gone away Where is the laughter You used to bring me Why can't I hear music play My world is changing I'm rearranging Does that mean Christmas changes too Where are you Christmas Do you remember The one you used to know I'm not the same one See what the time's done Is that why you have let me go Christmas is here Everywhere, oh Christmas is here If you care, oh If there is love in your heart and your mind You will feel like Christmas all the time I feel you Christmas I know I've found you You never fade away The joy of Christmas Stays here inside us Fills each and every heart with love Where are you Christmas Fill your heart with love

 

THE SILENCE OF CHRISTMAS MORNING ..by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001 The silence of Christmas morning, Echoes through my lonely soul. No laughter or excitement, Just the sound of growing old. Growing old without my son, No more light upon my face. Oh how I miss Christmas morning, In this abandoned... silent place. I have memories of the laughter, And the whispering joy within, From noisy Christmas mornings, But the memories have an end. His sweet life was quietly hushed, When he left us without warning. This one memory will always bring, The silence of Christmas morning.

 

ON THIS LONELY CHRISTMAS NIGHT ....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001 The rocking horse is put away. The tricycle stands alone. The little winter coats and hats Have all become un-sewn. The bicycle is in the shed. The car is covered with a tarp. The Christmas tree and ornaments Are in the corner in the dark. The games are in the closet. The cell phone receives no calls. The patchwork Christmas stocking Hangs empty on the wall. The guitar plays no music. The new clothes are getting old. The toys are all upon the shelf With stories left untold. The sled is covered up with snow. The skis rest behind the door. The gloves that used to warm those hands Will warm those hands no more. The candle's burning brightly. The little tree has twinkle lights. The urn rests there between them both On this lonely Christmas night. December. 2007

 

CHRISTMAS TEARS (to the tune of Silver Bells) ...By Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001 Little Angel, busy angels Dressed in heavenly style. In the air there's A feeling of sadness. Children dying, Parents crying, Trying hard just to smile, And at every child's headstone you'll hear: Christmas tears, Christmas tears It's Christmas time and we're lonely. Parents dream, hear them scream: Please come back home Christmas day. Angel halos, pretty halos Blink a bright red and green As the parents rush home To their memories. Hear the moms cry See the dads try Not to make a big scene And above all the bustle you'll hear: Christmas tears, Christmas tears It's Christmas time and we're lonely Parents dream, hear them scream: Please come back home Christmas day. © 2006 - Christine Ross

 

My Christmas Tree All I have under my Christmas tree are my wonderful memories of you. But oh what special gifts they are when the days are feeling blue. The Christmas tree is finally up decorations have been placed but it just doesn't quite look right just a little out of place. A little sparse on gifts this year the lights just aren't as bright. And the little angle topper. she just will not sit right. There are play dough ornaments you made when you were three. A lumpy form of a snowman sits proudly on the tree. And look a paper snowflake I think it was grade two. A little torn and tattered a precious gift from you I have some wire candy canes you made when you were eight. Now they're bent and out of shape but still they're looking great. Here's a little cut out wreath with a picture of you in round. A bright and happy smiling face only now there is no sound. Grade six brought me a Christmas tree gently crafted from some clay. With little painted ornaments but it still hangs here today. They sit amongst the shiny tinsel on the branches of the tree. so when Christmas morning comes you'll still be here with me. Donna Mae Scuncio December, 2004

 

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