I LOVE YOU PATRICK. I MISS YOU SON. I NEED
MY GUARDIAN ANGEL
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 at 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 BARBOSA
Dedicated to my son, Patrick
MY SHATTERED LIFE
Where does a mother go when her loss is greater than life
Where does a mother go when her agony is more than she can handle
What a mother can do when her painful memories, images of her loss, are her worst shadows
What a mother can do when her tearful face is her saddest reflection
What a mother should do when life's insensitivity and unfairness is choking her
How a broken- hearted mother can carry her cross, her burden
How a mother can live with this unbearable, unthinkable loss
How can I get through this torturous, helpless journey
You tell me, Son... God, You make me understand my inconsolable, lonely world
Because I miss my son so dearly... I am all broken in pieces from severe depression, anguish
I am a Martyr of a horrid loss of my beloved son, Patrick... a price of being a mother.
GISELE G BARBOSA
To my Loving Son Patrick
OVER THE RAINBOW A BUTTERFLY IS FLYING... MY ANGEL PATRICK CONTINUES HIS LIFE WITH GOD
LOVE NEVER CEASES BUT GROWS DEEPER FOREVER
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LOVE AND PEACE, ANGEL PATRICK.
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MOM TREASURES YOUR MEMORIES |
June 8, 2011 |
MAY GOD COMFORT MY ANGEL INTERNALLY
I Can Tell" (Revised)
I can tell by that look my friend
that we need to talk.
So come take my hand
and let's go for a walk.
See, I'm not like the others -
I won't shy away
Because I want to hear
what you have to say.
Your child has died
and you need to be heard
But they don't want to hear
a single word.
They say your child's with God
so be strong
They say all the "right things"
that somehow seem wrong.
I'll walk in your shoes
for more than a mile
I'll wait while you cry
and be glad if you smile.
I won't criticize you
or judge you or scorn
I'll just stay and listen
'til night turns to morn.
Yes the journey is hard
and unbearably long
and I know you think
you're not quite that strong.
So just take my hand
"cause I've got time to spare
and I know how it hurts, friend,
for I have been there.
See I owe a debt
you can help me repay
for not long ago,
I was helped the same way.
And I stumbled and fell
through a world so unreal.
So believe me when I say
I know how you feel.
I don't look for praise
or financial gain
And I'm sure not the kind
who gets joy out of pain.
I'm just a strong shoulder
who'll be here til the end
I'll be your
Compassionate Friend...
Steven L. Channing
TCF Canada
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MOM LOVES YOU VERY MUCH |
June 8, 2011 |
MAY GOD EMBRACE YOU WITH ETERNAL LIFE
To My Dearest One On Earth"
My dearest one, I'm sending this letter from above.
I know right now your missing me, I can feel your love
You think about my birthday, and the day I had to leave.
But always remember this: I don't wish for you to grieve.
When I wrote my first letter, from Heaven on that day,
I wanted you to understand, that I was doing okay.
I knew the hurt of losing me, would take time for you to heal,
And even though it's been awhile, to you, it seems unreal.
But Mom, here in Heaven, with Jesus by my side,
The Golden Gate will open, when you come here to reside.
I know it's difficult for you, to understand your pain,
But once you arrive in Heaven, it will all be explained.
It's okay for you to cry, just let the tears give way,
Then tilt your head and look above, you'll feel my touch today.
Just keep the faith, believe my words, you'll see the morning light.
God and I are with you, every morning, noon and night.
Ruth Ann Mahaffey
