PRECIOUS SON
YOU ARE ALWAYS IN THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS
MISSING YOU DEEPLY PRECIOUS SON! 
WISHING YOU A GLORIOUS, HAPPY ST. PATRICK DAY IN HEAVEN ANGEL PATRICK. I LOVE YOU SON.
PRECIOUS CHILD I LOVE YOU FOREVER!
BEAUTIFUL CHILD YOU HAVE LEFT A HOLE IN MY HEART THAT
CAN'T BE FILLED OR HEALED. I LOVE YOU. I MISS YOU.
PATRICK MY PRECIOUS SON MAY YOUR HEAVENLY JOURNEY BE
SURROUNDED WITH GLORY, PEACE, AND HAPPINESS FOR AN ETERNITY
BESIDE GOD, JESUS, BLESSED MOTHER AND ALL THE ANGELS AND SAINTS.
PATRICK MAY GOD'S ANGELS ALWAYS COMFORT YOU AND CONTINUE
TO LEAD YOU TO HAPPINESS, PEACEFULNESS, AND GLORY FOR ETERNITY!
YOU ARE ALWAYS IN MY THOUGHTS, PRAYERS, LIFE.
MY ANGEL MAY GOD COMFORT YOU AND GRANT YOU ETERNAL PEACE!
I LOVE YOU. I MISS YOU. I NEED YOU AROUND IN MY LIFE AND IN MY DREAMS.
PATRICK YOU ARE FOREVER LOVED AND CHERISHED. YOU ARE ALWAYS MISSED.
YOU ARE DEEPLY MISSED. MAY YOUR HEAVENLY LIGHT ALWAYS SHINE UPON YOU!
I LOVE YOU PRECIOUS SON SO MUCH
PRECIOUS SON MAY SACRED HEART OF JESUS HAVE MERCY ON YOU
PRECIOUS SON MAY IMMACULATE HEART OF MARY PRAY FOR YOU
PRECIOUS SON MAY GOD COMFORT YOU IN HIS KINGDOM FOREVER
FOR I LOVE MY PRECIOUS CHILD SO DEARLY AND MISS YOU DEEPLY.
PRECIOUS SON MAY ALWAYS VISIT ME IN MY DREAMS
PRECIOUS SON MAY I ALWAYS FEEL YOUR PRESENCE FOREVER
PRECIOUS SON MAY YOU BE AT THE GATE TO GREET ME WHEN I JOIN YOU
FOR I NEED MY PRECIOUS CHILD SO DEARLY BY MY SIDE ETERNALLY.
MY STAR... MY ANGEL GOD BLESS YOU
LOVING YOU SO MUCH... MISSING SO DEEPLY.
MAY GOD COMFORT YOU GLORIOUSLY, GRACEFULLY.
SENDING YOU A VASE OF FLOWERS FULL OF LOVE, PEACE, HAPPINESS,
HUGS, AND KISSES FOR ETERNITY. I MISS YOU SON.
I MISS YOU PATRICK. I LOVE YOU.
MY PRECIOUS ANGEL...I NEED YOU CLOSE BY.
I MISS YOU SON. COME INTO MY DREAMS MORE OFTEN. 
LIFE WILL NEVER THE SAME WITHOUT YOU.
A NEW NORMAL LIFE COULD FIND ME AS LONG
YOU STAY ALIVE AND VIBRANT IN MY HEART AND SOUL
TO HELP ME KEEP WALKING THROUGH MY LONELY JOURNEY.
SON YOU LEFT WAY TOO SOON LEAVING BEHIND MY
HOPES AND DREAMS I HAD IN MY HEART FOR YOU.
BUT KNOWING I WILL SEE YOU AGAIN, WILL HOPEFULLY
GIVE ME HOPE AND FAITH TO TRY MY NEW DIFFERENT LIFE.
PRECIOUS SON
A SILENT THIEF
A silent, cruel thief named death, came over one morning and snatched my loving son Patrick without mercy or remorse for me or my son.The piece of my womb is gone far away under the twilight zone of death Life will never be the sameHow am I supposed to live a shattered life with no return of normalcyHow am I supposed to live with a wounded womb with no cureHow am I supposed to live with the missing puzzle of my lifeHow am I supposed to live with this empty hole in my chestThey say this silent thief happened because of Adam and Eve, the sour juice of deathAre we to be blamed for the destruction of SatanAre we to be blamed for the disobedience of Adam and EveAm I to be blamed for the deadly act that Adam and Eve had caused way before my timeHow am I supposed to live a shattered life with no return of normalcyHow am I supposed to live with a wounded womb with no cureHow am I supposed to live with the missing puzzle of my lifeHow am I supposed to live with this empty hole in my chestGod, I am not challenging Your virtue of fate or destinyBut my broken heart does not know or understand Your virtueMy heart only understands sadness and sorrow from the loss of my son PatrickMy heart is aching endlessly in the stream of my sadden tearsOh God, forgive me for my selfish thoughtsI am just a lost sinner in the valley of deathA lost mother in the river of my sorrowful tearsA lonely angel in the darkness of my gloomy lifeHow am I supposed to live a shattered life with no return of normalcyHow am I supposed to live with a wounded womb with no cureHow am I supposed to live with the missing puzzle of my lifeHow am I supposed to live with this empty hole in my chestForever in my heart. Love, Mom Dedicated to my beloved son Patrick.
Gisele G Barbosa
MAY GOD GIVE STRENGTH, LIGHT, PEACE, AND HAPPINESS ETERNALLY!
YOU ARE LOVED, CHERISHED, REMEMBERED, AND LOVED FOREVER!
PRECIOUS SON
"PRECIOUS CHILD"Words and Music by Karen Taylor-GoodIn my dreams, you are alive and wellPrecious child, precious childIn my mind, I see you clear as a bellPrecious child, precious childIn my soul, there is a holeThat can never be filledBut in my heart, there is hope'Cause you are with me stillIn my heart, you live onAlways there never gonePrecious child, you left too soonTho' it may be true that we're apartYou will live forever... in my heartIn my plans, I was the first to leavePrecious child, precious childBut in this world, I was left here to grievePrecious child, my precious childIn my soul, there is a holeThat can never be filledBut in my heart there is hopeAnd you are with me stillIn my heart you live onAlways there, never gonePrecious child, you left too soon,Tho' it may be true that we're apartYou will live forever... in my heartGod knows I want to hold you,See you, touch youAnd maybe there's a heavenAnd someday I will againPlease know you are not forgotten until thenIn my heart you live onAlways there never gonePrecious child, you left too soonTho' it may be true that we're apartYou will live forever... in my heart AUTHOR: KAREN TAYLOR GOOD
PATRICK, ENJOY ALL THE BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS, THE GLORIOUS, PEACEFUL
ENVIRONMENT, AND THE HAPPY ATMOSPHERE IN HEAVEN.
BUT STAY CLOSE BY MY SIDE IN MY OWN EMPTY, LONELY, AND LOST WORLD.
PRECIOUS SON
LOSING YOU IS THE ULTIMATE PAIN... AGONY
MISSING YOU IS THE UNBEARABLE FEELING
LONGING FOR YOUR PRESENCE IS AN UNIMAGINABLE JOURNEY TO WALK
VISITING ME IN MY DREAMS IS THE MOST TOUCHING FEELING
I THANK YOU FOR YOUR PRESENCE IN MY LIFE...IN MY DREAMS
I LOVE YOU FOR YOUR HEAVENLY CARING... LOVING
FOR I NEED MY SON MORE THAN YOU CAN IMAGINE
FOR MY PAIN, MY LOSS ARE INSEPARABLE
YOUR NEW LIFE, MY EMPTY LIFE ARE ONE OF THE SAME
UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN
THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING AS YOUR MOTHER.
I LOVE YOU... I MISS YOU DEEPLY PRECIOUS SON... ANGEL... BUTTERFLY.
I MISS YOU, MY SON. MAY GOD COMFORT YOU In HEAVEN
I LOVE YOU, SON. MAY GOD GOD ME STRENGTH AND FAITH
TO UNDERSTAND MY GREAT LOSS.
GRIEVING
I am running out of words to describe my loss
I am running out of strength to restraint my anger
I am too weak to hold back my pain, my tears
I am too shattered to hope for comfort
I am just lost for spiritual growth
I am too victimized to believe in After- life
I am just crushed and overwhelmed with my grief
There is no enough word to spell a motherly pain
This is what a cruel grief does to a mother
But I will never be apart with my son's memories
His Earth life is vibrant in my heart and soul
His angelic life is a melody in my ears
His name is a chanting of my heartbeats
My dreams are the symbols of my son's love
My prayers for my Angel are our sacred channel
As I wish Patrick a joyful peace and glowing light
Eternally.
GISELE G BARBOSA
To my Loving son, Patrick
A Mother Wish
If I had one wish to be granted, I wish God brings you back to me.
If I knew you would leave me so soon, I would spend every moment of
My life with you and leave my worries to God.
If I knew your life was in danger, I would not trust another human
Being with your health.
If I knew God was looking for an angel, I would trade my life
If I know I will meet you in Heaven, I will join you
But I believe in God and trust Him to help me and you
With my sorrow to embrace, I will take one breath at the time
Your mother is just a lost sinner trying to fight the devil for you
I need to meet my son again, I have to obey God's law.
I can't walk this journey of grief alone; for this pain too grave
I need help to fight my thoughts because I love you and need you back.
GISELE G BARBOSA
PRECIOUS SON
MY ANGEL SONYou are now under the love of God in HeavenYour wings of kindness, sweetness are spreading overHis Holy home among the other Angels and SaintsJesus and Blessed Mother have a great idea for theirNew angel, they have called homeYour mother's tears along her tormented journey of griefWill be uplifted by the love of God when the time comesPlease, Son, don't disturb your eternal and joyful resting Place with your mother's tears, sadness, or painI am just missing my loving son so much, and I am Longing for your presence.The puzzle of my life is broken but my love for you isAlways safe in my heartA mother and child bond never diesThis is an equation of a motherly love... Your mother. Gisele G BarbosaDedicated to my loving son, Patrick 
LONGING FOR YOUR PRESENCECOME CLOSE TO ME AND SEE MY LONELINESSSTAY CLOSE TO ME AND FEEL MY SORROWCOME CLOSE TO ME AND TOUCH MY MISTY EYESSTAY CLOSE TO ME AND COMFORT MY PAINCOME CLOSE TO ME AND LIFT UP MY MISFORTUNESTAY CLOSE TO ME AND REJOICE MY LIFECOME CLOSE TO ME AND FEED MY FAITHSTAY CLOSE TO ME AND EMBRACE ME ETERNALLYTHIS IS MY WISH FROM MISSING YOU TREMENDOUSLY MY LOVE FOR YOU AND GRIEF WALK PARALLELALONG A MISERABLE JOURNEY I CAN'T ACCEPTBECAUSE MY HEART IS LONGING FOR MY SON DEARLY GISELE G BARBOSAI MISS YOU PATRICK
REMEMBER MY SON, PATRICKPLEASE MENTION MY SON, PATRICK'S NAMEIT SOOTHES MY BROKEN HEARTIT HEALS MY SHATTERED SOULIT BRIGHTENS MY DARK SHADOWPLEASE TALK ABOUT MY SON... HIS SWEET MEMORIESIt LESSENS MY DEPRESSIONIt CLEARS MY DARK MOMENTSIT HELPS BRING MY FAITH BACKIT BRINGS JOY, SMILE, LAUGHTER INTO MY GLOOMY JOURNEYPLEASE WRITE ANY MEMORY YOU HAD WITH MY SON, PATRICKIT BRIGHTENS MY DAYIT LIFTS UP MY SPIRITIT HASTENS MY HEALINGTHANK YOU... THANK YOUGOD BLESS YOU ALLA LOVE OD A CHILD IS AN UNBELIEVABLE FEELING OF JOY AND PROUDA LOST OF A CHILD IS AN UNBELIEVABLE AND UNBEARABLE FEELING OF PAIN AND AGONY GISELE G BARBOSAI LOVE YOU, PATRICK
PRECIOUS SON
My son, Patrick Just the thought in knowing my loss is real, aches Just the thought in knowing I have only your memories to continue my lonesome journey, tortures me. Just the thought of the dusk coming down, distresses me.Since your passing, darkness means another night without you.Just the thought of leaving you behind at the cemetery and driving home alone, agonizes me.A mother should never bury her child.Just the thought of coming home from the cemetery and seeing your red car in the driveway, and you are not home, frightens me.But, your pictures that are in every corner of the house, on my necklace, my key chain, in my car, and this unique picture of you that I carry with me and sleep with it, remind me that you are alive and safe in my heart.Because Mom, will always keep you and your memories alive, until you and God come for me.Just the thought in knowing you are an angel in Heaven, soothes me.Perhaps one great thought will overcome all the bad ones.With God grace, I will continue my journey of grief with hope. With you by my side, in my dreams, I will continue to pray for peace and healing.But only, if I can feel, you are happy and in peace.With God, Jesus, and Blessed Mother guarding my Patrick in Heaven, duskiness in my heart will fade.Because you know I love you so much, and I know I miss you more than I can understand. GISELE G BARBOSADedicated to my son, Patrick
MY BROKEN HEART One unfortunate and unforgettable day, I sent my son, Patrick to get medical help... They said that doctor knows best. But I did not know, I was sending my son into the jaw of death without a warning or a chance to say goodbye. What a sorrowful guilt I am feeling today?Oh God, lift up my broken heart. Take me away from my pain. No prayer, no pain med, no sleeping pill, no antidepressant med can take away my broken heart but my Patrick back in my life.Oh God, lift up my broken heart silently. I am helpless in this world.No one understands my pain, my agony, my loss, or my broken heart.One fated morning, a day of deep sorrow, of shock, has numb me with no feeling for life, as I touched my cold, pale, and lifeless son in bed. Suddenly, my hope and dreams for Patrick have turned into a nightmare with no hope of waking up.In the midst of desperation, I tried to revive my lifeless son and pleaded for a miracle, as I frantically was giving him mouth to mouth breathing while he was laying on the floor with no life. I have no idea how I survived that traumatic experience, but it left a stigma in my mind and heart as a martyr. Oh God, lift up my broken heart. Take me away from my pain. No prayer, no pain med, no sleeping pill, no antidepressant can take away my broken heart but my Patrick back in my life.Oh God, lift up my broken heart silently. I am helpless in this world.No one understands my pain, my agony, my loss, or my broken heart.My shattered life spins like a vicious storm into an unknown and empty journey.Along with the images of the last twenty-four hours of my poor son's life that are echoing in my mind, in my still heart.A journey of sorrow, anger, pain, disbelief; regret, nightmare, and guilt, is now smothering me.Silently, the tormented days, the sleepless nights, are pulling me into my own world of trials and tribulations from my fated life. Do I deserve this fate?As my agony deepens, I slowly hibernate myself into a trend of fantasy for just a reflection of my son, to feel a little life, and to ease my misery.Because one traumatic loss, one agony has shifted my broken heart into an uncontrollable catatonic mother.My poor heart only needed one loss of a child to completely disconnect me from life.Oh God, lift up my broken heart. Take me away from my pain. No prayer, no pain med, no sleeping pill, no antidepressant med can take away my broken heart but my Patrick back in my life.Oh God, lift up my broken heart silently. I am helpless in this world.No one understands my pain, my agony, my loss, or my broken heart. GISELE G BARBOSADedicated to my son, Patrick 
MY SHATTERED HOPE AND DREAMSPatrick, my quiet and beloved son, I had a brief glance at you in the midst of the night alive, when you knocked at my door for help, and by the morning I found you listless in bed. In despair, fear, I pleaded to God to help my son, as I pushed away my torturous thoughts of my worst fears. But little did I know that the unthinkable truth but never a reality in my soul, has already hit down on my path without any warning, and left me numb, confused, and hopeless about what's ahead of me. Today, I have realized that life is really a mystery, and death is our factual journey that no one can't escape: rich, poor, young, old; good or bad, we will all take turn in suffering in one form or the other, and the inevitable death will be right beside our mortal suffering.Today, again, a mother's hope and dreams to see her son's future blossoms, are shattered with one stroke of that inevitable and cruel robber of life, "death." This is one word, I was always afraid to utter or think when it comes to my children; in addition, to darkness, and cemetery. Hopeless and helpless as I am today, I am taking these fears silently, along an unknown journey with you in my heart, mind, soul, and my life, since I am unable to imagine or believe my unexpected, unfair loss. I am walking in a trance along the motion of emptiness, disbelief... wherever the wind of reality, kindness, and God take me...I still have four beautiful sons alive in my heart and soul forever... and one day, my spirit will embrace proudly my four sons with me as it reaches our eternal home.Michael Jackson said, "Why you wanna trip on me?" And I am saying, " Patrick, why did you leave me so soon?" Why? Please God, help me understand. I love you, my son and miss you eternally. Gisele G Barbosa Dedicated to my son, Patrick
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