Condolences for Patrick Christian Barbosa (July 17, 1988 - July 15, 2009)

Spread your wings and Fly.....You are Free!!

                                       Birds handcrafted from the wings of an angel,
                                        water running freely in the streams.
                                        Sunshine shimmers in radiance;
                                        How could so much beauty be an accident?
                                        Each smiling child's face,
                                        full of curiosity,
                                        seeks out wonders and grandeur.
                                        Like a child's eyes,
                                        our hearts are searching for some kind of hint,
                                        a hint of God.
                                        (If you look, Nature's arms will enfold you.)
                                        Stars are whispered into moonlight
                                        as a day well-lived is fading.
                                        The sun is sinking,
                                        the colors streaking brilliantly across the sky
                                        like ribbons.
                                        Do not embrace, rather
                                        be embraced, enfolded, wrapped in the arms
                                        of beauty, of His Creation.
                                        We all search for a framed, definite picture

of Heaven.

I can guarantee, your best bet
is right before your very eyes.

Angel1w

The sky is filled with Angels
With puffy lacy wings
The remnants of God's beauty
With treasures they now bring

Each one of them a Guardian
That travels in the sky
To watch throughout eternity
Their parents from on high

Smiles that come from Angels
They fall like crystal rain
Eases earthly burdens
Lifting all life's pain

Halos so astounding
That glitter gold each day
Following their loved ones
In such a perfect way

Wings in gentle breezes
That fall from up above
Kissing every parent
With everlasting love

Angels soar through heaven
With everlasting light
Looking down from heaven
Saying their "goodnights"

Kissing all who loved them
So gently on the face
This life's tender mercy
Each parent can embrace

Wings and shiny halos
Travel from on high
Surrounding all their loved ones
They never say good-bye.

                                               My son's fate

                One precious life is gone, and a family's life is shattered needlessly.
Respect life, don't rape it for money or power, for life is priceless,
precious... Patrick's life had mattered a lot to him and to his family.

   Emergency room means life centered unit for any helpless human being
   who walks in there to seek help, for life on earth happens only once.
   And when that precious life is cheated recklessly, senselessly, it is gone
               With no turning back.

   But Patrick lives on FOREVER, for love never ceases but grows deeper.
   Patrick lives on in our hearts, minds, souls, and lives forever despite
   the horrible, unbearable tragedy.

   I miss you, Son so deeply. Patrick, please help me help myself with this
   anger that is eating me alive. Show me a sign that you are all right, safe,
   happy, and at peace with God, Jesus, and Blessed Mother in that glory
   home called Heaven.

               I desperately need that glorious sign in order to try to search my faith
               that has slipped away from me the moment I found my son lifeless in bed.
               I desperately need to find my way to heal me emotionally, physically,
               and most of all spiritually.

               I do believe in Heaven but not this torturous, unbearable agony, pain
   that I am feeling from losing my precious son who just wanted to be
   helped, for you had a dream and hope to follow as my heart did for you.

   Give God, Jesus, and blessed Mother the message from my bleeding
   heart to forgive me and show me the way... for my way is too painful
   to accept, understand or grasp. Tell Jesus to give me the strength and
               faith to carry my cross gracefully, for I am just a lost sinner... a lost
               mother to understand the virtue of my cross or my fate in suffering.

   My anger, pain, love, and longing for my son are all intertwined in one
   tight knot into my broken heart, shattered soul, and lonely journey.
   Come into my dreams more often and untie this knot, and just leave
   my love, my longing for you, safely in my heart, soul, and in my eyes.
   Stay close by me until I join you in Heaven. I Love you and miss you deeply.

               Christmas is the birth of Jesus and I am happy for our Savior,
               but I am very sad and empty for your physical absence.
               The imprint of your precious life in my heart and soul is my
               ETERNAL love for my loving, Angel son, Patrick.

                     HAVE A PEACEFUL, GLORIOUS, AND HAPPY HOLIDAY IN HEAVEN!

MERRY, BLESSED, GLORIOUS CHRISTMAS, SON!!!

   MAY SACRED HEART Of JESUS HAVE MERCY ON MY SON!
   MAY IMMACULATE Of MARY PRAY FOR MY SON!
                             MAY THE HOLY SPIRIT GLORIOUSLY EMBRACE MY SON ETERNALLY
   MAY GOD BLESS MY SON, PATRICK ETERNALLY!
   MAY MY LOVING SON PATRICK STAY WITH ME ETERNALLY!
   MAY MY SON COME INTO MY DREAMS MORE OFTEN. AMEN.

Christmas will not be the same without you

Life will not be the same without you

Loneliness engulf my dark shadow... my motionless body.

Come into my dreams and celebrate Christmas ...

Give me a moment to feel life again until I wake up.

My dreams about my loving son ease my pain, comfort me.

Help me find my faith that has vanished the moment God

called you home.

I pray Mother of sorrow embrace my son gently on Christmas

Day beside Her Loving son Jesus and never let you go.

MAY YOUR HOLIDAYS BE AS GLORIOUS AS THESE LIGHTS

AND CONTINUE TO SHINE FOREVER.

I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU DEARLY.

CHRISTMAS PRAYER FOR A LOVED ONE

God of compassion, there is such a hole in my heart! Today should be a day of joy, but I feel only emptiness and loss. While the world celebrates around me, I remember Christmas celebrations of the past and I long to have my loved one with me. I bring my sorrows to you, Lord, like some odd gift of the magi and dump them at your feet. In my blind tears I wonder if anyone can possibly understand the depth of my sadness.

I know, you can. You sent your son to be with us in our deepest sorrows and I know that even though I might not feel it now, you are here with me, grieving with me, caring for me in my sadness. Dearest lord, help me to turn to the one I miss so much today and speak. Help me heal the loss of our parting and help me not to regret the things I didn't say. Sorrow tears at my heart, but today I ask that my loss soften my heart and make me more compassionate with everyone I meet, so that my loss may become a gift to others. Amen.

Unknown Author

               HAPPY, BLESSED CANDLELIGHT DAY, MY SON!
   MAY YOUR LIGHT SHINE ETERNALLY AND
   GIVE YOU COMFORT, PEACE, AND JOY IN HEAVEN.
               I PRAY YOU ARE SMILING, SHINING UP THERE WITH GOD,
               JESUS, BLESSED MOTHER.
   I LOVE YOU... I MISS YOU DEEPLY.

                       Candlelight for Your Heart

Light a candle through tears tonight,
As you remember me. In your heart,
In your mind, soft candlelight for
               All to see.

Remember the candle burning,
The entire year through. Carried in
Your heart, in your mind, wherever
             Life takes you.

My light will be your smile, and
Sweet memories your hope. Always
In your heart, in your mind my light
           With you as you go.

Light a candle with a smile tonight, let your
Love for me shine through, I will be in your
Heart and in your mind.
And remember, I love you, too.

                                           By: Nona Walser

DEDICATED TO ALL OUR DEPARTED LOVED ONES. BE AT PEACE ETERNALLY!!!

I have a list of people I know
All written in a book
And every year at Christmastime
I go and take a look
And that is when I realise
That those names are a part
Not of the book they're written in
But of my very heart
For each name stands for someone
Who has crossed my path some time
And in that meeting they've become
A treasured friend of mine
And once you've met some people
The years can not erase
The memory of a pleasant word
Or a friendly face
So when I send a Christmas card
That is addressed to you
It's because you're on that list
Of folk I'm indebted to
And you are one of many folk who
In times past I've met
And happen to be one of those
I don't want to forget
And whether I have known you for
Many years or few
In some way you have a part in
Shaping things I do
This, the spirit of Christmas, that
Forever and ever endures
May it leave it richest blessing
In the hearts of you and yours.

Have yourself a very Merry Christmas!

Love, Hugs & Kisses!!

xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

   LIFE IS UNFAIR, FOR I AM LEFT BEHIND TO MOURN THE
                         ULTIMATE PAIN OF GRIEF. I LOVE YOU, I NEED YOUR
                         PRESENCE, FOR I MISS YOU TREMENDOUSLY.

        MAY YOUR LIGHT KEEP BURNING GLORIOUSLY IN HEAVEN.

I have been reading a lot of grieving books to help me understand my great loss
And try to cope with my unbearable sorrows or ease the great pain, anguish.
The book, "Hello From Heaven" is very touching. Each individual, author has a way of
Comforting, soothing a broken heart and soul.

THE WISDOM OF THE SOUL...

A rose will still be a rose in Heaven, but it will smell ten times sweeter.
MEG WOODSON

That in mind, please mention departed loved ones' names... Remember them as
Often as you can think of the living ones. Pray for them and always keep them in
Your hearts eternally along with the living ones until you cross over the other side.
For a physical body, a living person can hurt one's feeling, betray or shatter one's life,
But a spiritual body can only move one's feeling and protect one's feeling, life.

Death is no more than passing from one room into another, but there is a difference
For me, you know. Because in that other room I shall be able to see.
HELEN KELLER.

I still miss my son and yearn for his presence, his touch...

I firmly believe that when you die you will enter immediately into another life.
They who have gone before us are alive in one form of life and we in another.
DR. NORMAN VINCENT PEARL

I still miss my Patrick so much it aches deeply in my soul, my heart.

The body is only a garment. How many times you have changed your
Clothing in this life, yet because of this you not say that you have changed.
Similarly, when you give up this bodily dress at death you do not change.
You are just the same, or immortal soul, a child of God.
PARAMAHSA YOGANANDA

Why do I still ache deep into my soul because of this empty hole that can't be
Filled from my loss.
I will not see my son until I die and join him in Heaven. I believe I will see
My son again... But the pain, the longing still ache within my whole body.
There is a reason why this pain exists... This agony pulls me apart.
There is a reason the word " mourn" is a vocabulary. The physical distance
Between my son caused this pain... My endless tears, my agony...
So death still hurts deeply for loosing my precious son. I was never afraid of
Death for myself... only for my children. A mother should not bury her child.

Death is not the end, it is simply walking out of the physical form and into
The spirit realm, which is our true home. It's going back home.
STEPHEN CHRISTOPHER

But I still miss my son and yearn for his presence. I don't know if my son is all right,
For I can't see him any longer. I can only wish and pray for his safety, peacefulness,
Happiness... and his bright light to never go out.

Death is but a transition from this life to another existence where there is no
More pain and anguish. All the bitterness and disagreements will vanish, and
The only thing that lives forever is love.
ELISABETH KUBLER-ROSS

I still miss my son, but his life and memories are forever in my heart safely tucked in.

I think death is a tremendous adventure... A gateway into a new life, in which
You have further powers, deeper joys, and wonderful horizons.
DR. LESLIE D. WEATHERHEAD

I will always miss my son until I join him and experience those feelings, grace.
I need his presence in my life desperately. My dreams about my son is my only
comfort right now.

My mother and sister must be very happy to be home with God, and I am sure their
Love and prayers are always with me. When I go home to God, for death is nothing
Else but going home to God, the bond of love will be unbroken for all eternity.
MOTHER THERESA.

For the love of my children are unbroken for all eternity. My love for my Angel
Patrick is as unbroken during his physical life as his spiritual life for eternity,
For love never dies... It only continues to bloom...

              A GRIEF FOR A CHILD IS MORE THAN ONE POOR SOUL
              CAN ENDURE. MY LOVE FOR MY SON, PATRICK, IS
               UNCONDITIONAL... THE PAIN FOR THE LOSS
   OF MY PRECIOUS SON, ANGEL, IS ALSO UNCONDITIONAL.
MY LOVE, MY PAIN ENTWINE INTO MY BROKEN HEART AND SOUL
ALONG MY SHATTERED LIFE.

I have been reading a lot of grieving books to help me understand my great loss
and try to cope with my unbearable sorrows or ease the great pain, anguish.
The book, "Hello From Heaven" is very touching. Each individual, author has a way of
comforting, soothing a broken heart and soul.

             THE WISDOM Of THE SOUL CONTINUES...

   Life is eternal... death is but an inevitable transition that each soul makes
when it leaves the physical body. It is a free state which does not limit the
soul to time and place.
   BEN BETHARDS

   Within my faith, I believe there are two lives: The temporary life on Earth, we
               should get the chance to explore fully, experience the ups and down about life
   and learn from them, in order to build a better life in our second eternal life,
   home called Heaven... children should get that chance to experience this first life.
God, please, don't be angry at me, my broken heart is just talking as it feels.

I believe that spirit lives on, that it is immortal, and that we must look to our
                ancestral spirits to guide us.
   SUSAN L. TAYLOR

Have faith in the spirit and never forget your departed loved ones.
                Life continues beyond... love grows ETERNALLY.

   Blessed are they that mourn; for they shall be comforted.
                                                                                                    JESUS Of NAZARETH.

                 I shall pray and pray and hope for a sincere and tender faith to fill
                 my heart, mind, and soul, in which the new faith will lift up this anger,
                this denial, this pain, and agony out my heart... my mind and soul.

                 I shall pray, wish, and hope for a better, gentle journey than the one, grief
   has pulled me into without warning.

I pray, wish, and hope for Jesus and Blessed Mother to strengthen my faith
and mind to keep my son, Patrick and his memories alive, for his life is important
in mine. No departed loved ones should be forgotten.

   Death is simply a shedding of the physical body like the butterfly shedding its cocoon.
                It is a transition to a higher state of consciousness where you continue to perceive,
                to understand, to laugh, and to be able to grow.
                                                                                    ELISABETH KUBLER-ROSS, MD

                I still miss my son physical life so dearly. I believe in death but my heart does
                not understand grief or pain, or the loss of my loving son.

                We are not human beings having a spiritual experience, we are spiritual being
                 having a human experience.
                                                                                  DR. WAYNE W. DYER

               In all, love, life never dies... both terms mean eternal, unconditional feelings.

               There should be no fear of death, for the death of the body is but a gentle
                passing and to much freer life.
HELEN GREAVES

I am not afraid of death. I only miss my son, for I am afraid of this pain
                of loosing my son and the thought of not seeing him until we meet. For death
                has no time frame as it gives no warning.

Death is just a change of lifestyles. STEPHEN LEVINE.

Death is certainly not contagious. Bereaved parents need support more than
                anyone else, for it is very difficult for me to understand grief, its reality, or to
                accept the idea of not seeing my son until God calls me, and I join my son.

SON, SEE YOU AT THE GATE WHEN GOD COMES FOR ME.

I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU SO DEARLY

BUT, MY LIFE WILL NEVER BE THE SAME WITHOUT YOU
MY BROKEN, MY SHATTERED SOUL ARE PULLING ME
INTO THE SHADOW OF DARKNESS...LONELINESS, EMPTINESS.

SO, MY SON, PLEASE, STAY CLOSE BY AND EASE MY PAIN
I AM LONGING FOR YOUR PRESENCE IN DESPERATION.

                                              IN JESUS'S ARMS, MY SON IS BLESSED, SAFE,AND
                                              IN PEACE GLORIOUSLY... ETERNALLY.
                                              I LOVE YOU... I MISS YOU, MY LOVING SON.

Patrick Christian Barbosa

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