Patrick Christian Barbosa

(1988 - 2009)

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Cece~Amanda Gaston~Mom

Have a Blessed Valentines Day

February 13, 2012

Claudia mom to ~Rocky Lindley~

Happy Valentines Day ~Angels~

February 12, 2012

mom...Shane Ramirez

Sending hugs and kisses

February 9, 2012

Micheal & Michealah Scatto Mom

~ Valentine's 2012 ~

February 4, 2012

Cathy~ Mom of David Giraud

ALWAYS IN MY HEART

February 3, 2012

BECKY~MOM TO JARRETT LITTLE

THINKING OF YOU ALL~ALWAYS

February 1, 2012

PATRICK

Darko's mom

Our Angels

February 1, 2012

Special Child The world no longer listens... to the sorrow in my soul As if I should be better Should live with some control It's not a simple sorrow... when you've lost your special child There is no simple answer... No living in denial After months have passed on by... The world thinks I am fine As if I should be over it... That I should be resigned Inside I am still grieving Alone I still do cry Since they think I'm over it... On me I do rely I make it through each day... but as night begins to fall My heart reminds me often... I'm not over it at all So as I sit in silence It's you I'm thinking of While the world thinks I'm much better... I am missing our sweet love

*My Tears will end when I'm home with you in heaven*

They think I'm fine and over it.

They think I'm fine and over it
Accepted that you died
But I live life with all this pain
And countless tears I've cried

I am forced to live with endless pain
That others can't accept
They think I'm fine and over it
Or that I'll soon forget

I want to scream from rooftops
Or silently just cry
I never will be over it
My God my child died!

It makes no sense to argue
My energy is low
So when they think I'm over it
I simply tell them No

I've become what they have wanted
A turtle in it's shell
Just keep my thought within myself
And never ever tell

I mask my life to others
To myself as well
For living every day on Earth
Is surely more like Hell

Simply put I won't get over it
Not better...stronger... fine
It is only that I've had no choice...
To live this life of mine