Patrick Christian Barbosa

                                MERRY CHRISTMAS MOM

                      YOUR SON / ANGEL PATRICK

                             I LOVE YOU AND MISS YOU TOO

Christmas In Heaven

I see the countless Christmas trees, around the world below, With tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.

This sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear, For I am spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs, that people hold so dear, But the sound of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here. For I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring, For it's beyond description to hear an angel sing.

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart, But I am not so far away, we are really not apart.

So be happy for me, dear ones, you know I hold you dear, And be glad I'm spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above, I send you each a memory, of my undying love.

For after all "Love" is the gift, more precious than pure gold, It was always most important, in the stories Jesus told.

So please love and help each other, as my Father said to do, For I cannot count the blessings, or the love He has for you.

So have a Merry Christmas, and wipe away that tear, For I am spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year.

I can't tell you of the splendor, or the peace here in this place, Can you imagine Christmas, with our Savior, face to face?

I'll ask Him to lift your spirit, as I tell Him of your love, So then pray for one another, as you lift your eyes above.

So please let your hearts be joyful, and let your spirits sing, For I am spending Christmas in heaven, and I'm walking with the King!

      From Mom of Angel Waylon Kitchen      

                                     MIGRATION

         How do birds know when to fly south for winter?

                 Who tells them of the season's change?

        How do souls know when it is time to cross over?

            Or when it is time to enter the earth plane?

             There is a voice within, and Angels about that

         tell us when to go forth into the unknown

                        and return to known  

           Midwives and doctors bring souls through 

            the womb's portal, but what a strong heart 

              of love is required to help a fellow man ease his exit

          Rather than imposing your own wishes upon him

                       offer to open the door for him

              If he refuses your help be glad that he

                          can do it on his own  

                                                    ~Yvonne Perry       

                                                            SORROW

                 In this sad world of ours, sorrow comes to all,

                  and it often comes with bitter agony.

                  Perfect relief is not possible, except with time.

                   You cannot now believe that you will ever feel better.

                                   But this is not true.

                            You are sure to be happy again.

                             Knowing this, truly believing it,

                              will make you less miserable now.

             I have had enough experience to make this statement

                                                        ~Abraham Lincoln        

            MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM HEAVEN, MOM

        I AM STILL ALIVE FROM ANOTHER WORLD

                                     CARVED STONE

                      Your last words echo in my head

                      You held me close, all the while I bled

                       Now the whole world thinks of me as dead

                                  Beneath this carved stone

                                 It's lonely ly'n under here

                                 Above, my name n' date appear

                                  The words inscribe are so sincere

                                   Marked on this carved stone

               I'm restless lay'n here; the stifling silence fills my ears

                          Forgot the reason they placed me here 

                                   Under this carved stone

                           No children play'n, Nobody's sing'n

                No one is pray'n, round this carved stone

                                         ~Gordon Randall Perry    

                                    MY PRECIOUS ANGEL

                                          CROSSOVER

              Silence fills the room, except for the soft turbulent,

                          sound of fluid filling tubes,

               There is life in the room, but it is not the life given

                          by machines and pumps,

                 It is life given by the Life- Giver by the Spirit within

                          which reaches out in response to love

                           words spoken to comfort,

                  To calm the fear that stalks relentlessly about.

                         It is life at's finest, conquering the last enemy

                        spirit joined to Spirit completing the circle. 

                                                   ~ Mary Anne Womack

                       MERRY CHRISTMAS PRECIOUS SON

                                                               This is 'IT'

You Should Be Over "IT"...But What Is "IT"?

It's been over a TWO years now, you should be over it. What exactly is "IT"? But do people who have never suffered loss really know what "IT" is?

To Us, the Bereaved...

"IT" is the day after the funeral, and your world caves in with reality of the loss.

"IT" is Thanksgiving Day, trying to find something to be thankful for.

"IT" is Christmas without the Merry, and New Years without the Happy.

"IT" is your first day back to work when every minute you are afraid you will burst into tears.

"IT" is their birthday, but there is no them to celebrate.

"IT" is Valentine's Day only this time no hearts and flowers to share with them, and your heart is broken.

"IT" is your birthday, and there is still no them to celebrate it with.

"IT" is springtime when everything comes alive except you, that is.

"IT" is Easter and everyone is singing "Let us Rejoice and be Glad" but there is no rejoicing and no glad in your heart.

"IT" is Mother's Day and you sadly remember how happy being a Mother of four beautiful children made you feel, or how you celebrated with ALL your children.

"IT" is Father's Day and you sadly remember how happy being a Father of four beautiful children made you feel, or how you rejoiced with your spouse over the birth's of ALL your children.

"IT" is the 4th of July and the celebrations remind you just how little you feel you have to celebrate now.

"IT" is vacation time and you just stay home, because there is nowhere to go to not feel so empty.

"IT" is Halloween and you pass out candy, but you remember all the memories of past happy times together and it makes you very sad.

"IT" is seeing milestones in your life progress and pass and your loved one is gone, never to share them with.

"IT" is seeing your remaining children get married, have children, all the milestones in their lives, and you are not there to rejoice with us.

"IT" is looking at the moon and wondering if they see the same moon like the two of us always did in the past.

"IT" is receiving the first wedding invitation to one of their friend's wedding and knowing that life goes on without them - our beloved one.

"IT" is going back into that church for the first time and remembering, but not remembering and feeling that all eyes are on you.

"IT" is going to another funeral for the first time and feeling yourself shaking all over, too distraught to stay, but unable to leave.

"IT" is tryin to do all the things you always did, plus all the things you had hoped to do together, and doing it all when all of your energy has been used for grieving.

"IT" is being strong when you really feel weak.

"IT" is dealing with all the legality of estates and such when all you want to do is hibernate .

"IT" is a whole big bunch of stuff you didn't ask for, didn't want and can't even give away.

"IT" is going to the cemetery and seeing the monument with their name or even face. and it hits you in the face that THlS IS REAL!

"IT" is feeling like you are betraying your child when you get begin to give some of their personal belongings away.

"IT" is approaching the first Angelversary of their passing and each one to come, and reliving it all - oh yes, some things might be better but the void is no less, forever.

"IT" is people forgetting and you cry, and people remembering and you cry.

"IT" is a future of unknowns and uncertainties and emptiness.

"IT" is in the first glimpse of sunrise and in your last waking breath, and even finds ways to creep into your sleep and haunt you in your dreams ...

So maybe when someone tells you that you should be over "IT" by now, you should just tell them what "IT" really is!

                                            Do any of you understand 'IT' now???

                                                                               Author Unknown...

              My child is in the next room

My child is in the next room,
but I can't get to that
room till I am allowed.
But whoever is taking care
of my child is the best
babysitter ever, so at least
I don't have to worry too much.

I miss being able to go into that room.
But, sometimes I can hear
my child giggling and speaking,
barely though, and I have to
tilt my head just so,
and then I smile with a warm heart
from the sound of my child's voice,
knowing that my child
is having fun where he is,
till I get to go into the room
after I have finished
my work for the Lord.

                                           Author Unknown

            MAY GOD KEEP YOU CLOSE TO ME. AMEN.

                                                        LOVE, MOM.

                                                                  From Angel Darko Durbic's Mom

Message from Heaven

I have not turned my back on you,
So there is no need to cry,
I am watching you from Heaven,
Just beyond the morning sky;
I have seen you almost fall apart,
When you could barely stand,
I asked the Lord to comfort you,
And I watched him take your hand.
He told me you were in more pain,
Than I could ever be,
He wiped his eyes and swallowed hard,
Then gave your hand to me;
Although you may not feel my touch;
Or see me by your side,
I've whispered that I love you,
While I wiped each tear you cried.

                                                     ~Author Unknown~