Patrick Christian Barbosa

                               MENTION MY CHILD'S NAME


                  The mention of my child's name

                  May bring tears to my eyes

                 But it never fails to bring

                 Music to my ears.

                If you really are my friend,

                Let me hear the beautiful music

                Of her name.

                It soothes my broken heart

                And sings to my soul

                                                                  AUTHOR UNKNOWN

                                
                             REMEMBER MY SON PATRICK

     PLEASE MENTION MY SON, PATRICK'S NAME
      IT SOOTHES MY BROKEN HEART
      IT HEALS MY SHATTERED SOUL
      IT BRIGHTENS MY DARK SHADOW

    PLEASE TALK ABOUT MY SON... HIS SWEET MEMORIES
    It LESSENS MY DEPRESSION
    It CLEARS MY DARK MOMENTS
    IT HELPS BRING MY FAITH BACK
    IT BRINGS JOY, SMILE, LAUGHTER INTO MY GLOOMY JOURNEY

    PLEASE WRITE ANY MEMORY YOU HAD WITH MY SON, PATRICK
    IT BRIGHTENS MY DAY
    IT LIFTS UP MY SPIRIT
    IT HASTENS MY HEALING

     THANK YOU... THANK YOU
     GOD BLESS YOU ALL

            A LOVE OD A CHILD IS AN UNBELIEVABLE FEELING OF JOY AND PROUD
           A LOST OF A CHILD IS AN UNBELIEVABLE AND UNBEARABLE FEELING OF PAIN AND AGONY

                                                               GISELE G BARBOSA

I LOVE YOU, PATRICK
  

                                           THERE IS NO WORD

   They call a man a widower when he has lost his wife
    The woman is a widow when her man does lose his life
    And orphan is the word perhaps for most of us one day
     For it is normal losing Mom and Dad along the way
     But you can look both high and low and then look far and wide
     And never find a word for one who's had a child who died

     So is it then so rare a find for lexicography?
     And, like some unfound jungle plant, there's yet no name for me?
     Or could it be a word that's just too difficult to choose
     And, God forbid, a nightmare curse, too horrible to use?
     So, at a loss to tell our loss, we call ourselves bereaved.
     For there's no word to tell of pain that cannot be believed.

                                                                          AUTHOR UNKNOWN

 

                   NO ONE CAN EVER UNDERSTAND A LOSS Of A CHILD
                   UNTIL YOU CROSS THAT HORRIBLE ROAD
                    WALK THAT TORTUROUS JOURNEY
                    EXPERIENCE THE WORST BROKEN HEART...
                    THE UNBEARABLE SHATTERED SOUL
                    THE UNTHINKABLE PAIN AND AGONY
                     THE ENDLESS FLOWING RIVER OF TEARS

                     WITH THAT IN MIND, PLEASE ENJOY YOUR LOVED ONES
                     CHERISH EVERY MOMENT AND BE SAFE.

  I AM SADLY A BEREAVED MOTHER OF A BEAUTIFUL SON... ANGEL NAMED
                      PATRICK CHRISTIAN BARBOSA.

                                   BE SAFE AND AT PEACE, SON...  YOU ARE LOVED FOREVER!!! 


To MY LOVING SON, PATRICK                                              

                     "PRECIOUS CHILD"

Words and Music by Karen Taylor-Good

In my dreams, you are alive and well
Precious child, precious child
In my mind, I see you clear as a bell
Precious child, precious child

In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart, there is hope
'Cause you are with me still

In my heart, you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

In my plans, I was the first to leave
Precious child, precious child
But in this world, I was left here to grieve
Precious child, my precious child

In my soul, there is a hole
That can never be filled
But in my heart there is hope
And you are with me still

In my heart you live on
Always there, never gone
Precious child, you left too soon,
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

God knows I want to hold you,
See you, touch you
And maybe there's a heaven
And someday I will again
Please know you are not forgotten until then

In my heart you live on
Always there never gone
Precious child, you left too soon
Tho' it may be true that we're apart
You will live forever... in my heart

 

                                                    A GIFT OF LOVE

                     One moment of pleasure turned
                     Into nine months of bonding with my gift of love from God
                     From my womb into my heart
                     Hours of labor pains from my gift of love ended
                     In a birth of a beautiful baby boy with God grace
                     Twenty years of blooming my sacred gift from God as a caterpillar.
 
                      And an eternity of love and life as a butterfly... an angel
                      My gift of love... my Patrick is returned to God... but not alone
                      For I am by your side as the gentle wind
                      Of your angelic presence is near me.

                      For life... love and my gift of love live eternally
                      in Heaven and on earth as I shall join you
                      When my turn comes to cross over the other side of life
                      For death is my fate and I shall not fear
                      For it brings me closer to my son... my butterfly.

                      Though the angel of death just flew to another
                       Dimension of life... a new world with my son
                      I still miss my caterpillar... my precious son
                      For death has no deadline, no appointment, no time frame
                      Just a quick pull of a precious life upon a lasting serenity
                      Into a peaceful, kinder Universe called Heaven...
                      Our eternal home for all of us
                      Until then, my son, be at peace eternally.       
 
                                                                                   GISELE G BARBOSA



To my loving son, Patrick       

                               MOTHERLY LOVE IS FOREVER

                           A mother is a remarkable gift from God
                           A mother love is a sacred, untouched
                           Treasure from God for eternity
                           For motherly love is forever

                            No matter how many children God gives
                            A mother as His gift of love
                            No matter how many children God receives back
                            As His Angels For His kingdom
                            Motherly love is forever

                           Grief has changed a life forever on earth
                           An angel is born in God's hands gloriously, eternally
                           Along my tears, aches and pain
                           But God love is eternal
                           Motherly love is forever
                           For a mother bond can never be broken
                           Love continues eternally...
                           Life continues beyond...  
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                                                                                        GISELE G BARBOSA

To my loving son, Patrick      

            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.
      
       
     
             

                               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...

                                                   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.

          WHEN I COME TO THE END OF THE ROAD

                                When I come to the end of the road
                         And the sun has set for me
                         I want no rites in a gloom filled room
                         Why cry for a soul set free
                         Miss me a little - but not too long
                         And not with your head bowed low
                         Remember the love that we once shared
                         Miss me - but let me go
                         For this is a journey that we must all take
                        And each must go alone
                       It's all a part of the Master's plan
                       A step on the road to home
                      When you are lonely, and sick of heart
                      Go to the friends we know
                      And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds
                      Miss me - but let me go                                        
                                                                                  AUTHOR UNKNOWN

                               I Want You To Know

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A brief moment of darkness
was all that I knew,
before Heaven's Gate
came into my view.
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Loved ones and friends
I had missed for many years,
welcomed me with open arms
and many happy tears.
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All the hurt, fear and pain
that I have ever known,
is gone from my life,
I am finally home.
*ღ*
I gazed upon the Lord's
sweet smiling face,
and for the first time in my life
I knew and felt His grace.
*ღ*
I know that you miss me,
but please dry your eyes.
I will always be watching and loving you
from my home in the sky.
*ღ*
A cool breeze on your face,
a touch of light rain,
I will send as a reminder
that we will be reunited again.
*ღ*
Life on earth is but one
brief moment in time,
I am finally home,
Eternity is mine.
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Copyright� 2002 Jonathan Tiong.