The only thing missing from this picture Kev is you.

Love you, Heather

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I Lost My Child Today
I lost my child today.
People came to weep and cry,
As I just sat and stared, dry eyed.
They struggled to find words to say,
To try and make the pain go away,
I walked the floor in disbelief,
I lost my child today.
I lost my child last month.
Most of the people went away,
Some still call and some still stay.
I wait to wake up from this dream.
This can't be real. I want to scream.
Yet everything is locked inside,
God, help me, I want to die.
I lost my child last month

I lost my child last year
Now people who had came, have gone
I sit and struggle all day long
To bear the pain so deep inside
My friends just question Why?
Why does this mother not move on?
Just sits and sings the same old song
God heavens, it has been so long
I lost my child last year

UNCLE BUCK

TASHA

SPANKY

What a Grieving Mother Really Thinks
Copyright Kelly Cummings

Hello old friend, Oh yes you know I lost my child a while ago.
No, no please... Don’t look away or change the subject. It’s ok.
You see, at first I couldn’t feel, it took so long, but now it’s real.
I hurt so much inside you see I need to talk, come sit with me?
You see, I was numb for so very long, and people said, “My, She is so strong.
”
They did not know I couldn’t feel, my broken heart made all unreal.
But then one day, as I awoke I clutched my chest, began to choke,
Such a scream, such a wail broke from me...
My child! My child!
The horror of reality.
But everyone has moved on, you see, everyone except for me.
Now, when I need friends most of all,
Between us there now stands a wall.
My pain is more than they can bear,
When I mention my child,
I see their blank stare.
“But I thought you were over it,”
Their eyes seem to say,
No, no, I can’t listen to this, not today.
So I smile and pretend, and say, “Oh, I’m ok”.
But inside I am crying, as I turn away.
And so my old friend, I shall paint on a smile,
As I have from the start,
You never knowing all the while,
All I’ve just said to you in my heart.

I look into his private world
Outside his bedroom door
A place where he once laughed and lived
A place he lives no more

The friends that came to visit
The bed where he did sleep
Tears begin to cloud my eyes
I stand as I do weep

The desk where he did homework
His clothes that he did wear
His life that he was living
Without a single care

Some pictures that were special
A girlfriends secret note
His television he did watch
On the table his remote

His hats sit on a rack now
His helmet from his bike
The memories are painful
A life I do not like

His cologne no longer lingers
As it did once in our home
Visions of him by my side
But I just stand alone

His pillow and his blanket
Still sit upon his bed
Waiting for him to come home
Lie down and place his head

How I long for him to be here
In the safety of his room
Nothing would ever harm him
Our lives could then resume

I look into his private world
Outside his bedroom door
A place where he once laughed and lived
A place he lives no more

In loving memory of Joey Sorenson
Lyndie Sorenson
©copyright 2007

 BY BRANDON KELLAM

Were You One of the Lucky Ones?
Author Unknown

Did you get to meet the one that lived
every day as if it were his last?

Did you see that smiling face,
did you hear his infectious laugh?

Did you know the one that had a hug
for even the ones that fussed at him?

Did you ever go somewhere and know
when the life of the party arrived?

Did you know the one that could make
the best of the worst situation?

Did you feel like you were a special
person around him?

Did you ever feel so loved?

Were you one of the lucky ones...
that got to meet my son?

Loss of a Child (author unknown)

The moment that I knew you had died,
My heart split in two,
The one side filled with memories,
The other died with you.

I often lay awake at night,
When the world is fast asleep,
And take a walk down memory lane,
With tears upon my cheek.

Remembering you is easy,
I do it every day,
But missing you is a heartache,
That never goes away.

I hold you tightly within my heart,
And there you will remain,
Life has gone on without you,
But it never will be the same.

For those who still have their children,
Treat them with tender care,
You will never know the
emptiness,
As when you turn and they are not there.

Don't tell me that you understand,
don't tell me that you know.
Don't tell me that I will survive,
How I will surely grow.

Don't tell me this is just a test,
That I am truly blessed.
That I am chosen for the task,
Apart from all the rest.

Don't come at me with answers
That can only come from me,
Don't tell me how my grief will pass,
That I will soon be free.

Don't stand in pious judgment
Of the bonds I must untie,
Don't tell me how to grieve,
Don't tell me when to cry.

Accept me in my ups and downs,
I need someone to share,
Just hold my hand and let me cry,
And say, "My friend, I care."

ANGEL FRIENDS

KASSIE, LAUREN, KEVIN & SKY

KEVIN
We miss you Kevin more then you know. We would stand by
your side until the end. You were more like Heather’s brother
instead of a best friend.

We watched you grow from a boy to a man not once
asking for a helping hand.

You were more proud and had to do things your way
even though sometimes you would stray.

Your heart was always in the right place you would
have given the shirt off your back when it came to being thoughtful
that was something you never lacked. You grew up so handsome
and oh so strong I sit sometimes and cry
wondering how it went so wrong.

It’s more then a crime what happened to you
and I know in my heart you didn't have a clue.

You went there unaware of the trouble that was about to brew
but when we ask of course they say "he knew."

My sister saw the writing of the liars the first night…
I honestly know you thought it was going to be a fight.

She went on and on how it made no sense
those who were with you survived with out a dent.

She made it clear of what she thought of such trash
almost hoping one of them ran their mouth back.

She would have dropped them without a doubt
and anyone else who would have come out.

So Cathy was right I’m sorry to say
so that means someone must pay.

You were my family and you know what that means
so I guess the rest is to be seen. We miss you!

By: Denise Snow – My Best Friend