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Keep My Memory Keep my memory with you, for memories never die; I will be there with you, when you look across the sky. I will be there in the clouds, in the birds that fill the air; In the beauty of a fragrant rose, you will find my memory there. You will feel me in the tenderness, of a baby's gentle touch; You will hear me if you listen, in the twilight's gentle hush. When your hearts are heavy, and you feel that you are alone; Just reach down deep inside of you, for your heart is now my home. I will always be with you, I will never go away; For I will live on in your hearts, forever and a day. My Mom Is A Survivor My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said. But I hear her crying at night when all others are in
bed. I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand. She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand. But like the sands on the beach that never wash away... I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each
day. She wears a smile for others, a smile of disguise. But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her
eyes. My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory
alive. But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to
survive. As I watch over my surviving mom... Through Heaven's open door. I try to tell her that angels protect me forever more. But I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden she
bears. So if you get a chance, go visit her and show her that you care. For no matter what she says...no matter what she feels. My surviving mom has a broken heart that time won't
ever heal! ~Author unknown~ My Dad is a Survivor My dad is a survivor too... which is no surprise to me. He's always been like a lighthouse that helps you cross a stormy sea. But, I walk with my dad each day to lift him when he's down. I wipe the tears he hides from others. He cries when no one's around. I watch him sit up late at night, with my picture in his hand. He cries as he tries to grieve alone, and wishes he could understand. My dad is like a tower of strength. He's the greatest of them all~! But there's times when he needs to cry... Please be there when he falls. Hold his hand or pat his shoulder... and tell him it's okay. Be his strength when he's sad, help him mourn in his own way. Now, as I watch over my precious dad from the Heaven's up above... I'm so proud that he's a survivor... And, I can still feel his love! ~Author unknown~ And God Said I said, "God, I hurt." And God said, I know." I said, "God, I cry a lot." And God said, "That is why I gave you tears." I said, "God, I am so depressed." And God said, "That is why I gave you
Sunshine." I said, "God, life is so hard." And God said, "That is why I gave you loved
ones." I said, "God, my son died." And God said, "So did mine." I said, "God, it is such a loss." And God said, "I saw my son nailed to a
cross." I said, "God, but your son lives." And God said, "So does yours." I said, "God, where are they now?" And God said, "Mine is on My right and Yours is in the Light." I said, "God, it hurts." And God said, "I know." ~Authors K. C. and Myke Kuzmic~ Ryan, Our Son From the time you were a tiny baby, then as a little boy. We watched you grow into a man; you brought us so much joy. When we were praying for a son, God granted our wish and gave us you. You were everything we longed for, and made all our dreams come true. In everything we have gone through, we know that we were blessed No matter what the circumstance, you were the very best. If God had given us the chance, to search the world from end to end; our search would have stopped when we found you, for you were the Perfect Son and our Best Friend. Earthbound Angel Occasionally, we are graced with the presence of an
earth bound Angel. They are unable to stay with us for long, but while they do, they bring unprecedented joy and happiness to all they touch. While they are here, we bask in their goodness and marvel at their contribution to the world. When they leave, we are left with the devastation that comes with losing such a wonderful being, but we must remember the earth bound Angels are not
ours to keep. They are ours to enjoy, learn from, and behold until
they return home. ~Submitted in
Ryan's Memories Guestbook, Author unknown~ |
