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Moms.... / Diane Cassidy- Angel Mom-Katie

My Mom Is A Survivor

My Mom is a survivor

Or so I've heard it said

But I can 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 forevermore

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



Merry Christmas Harley  / Clores Robinson (Isabella's Mom )

Lift your eyes and look to the Heaven
Who created all these..Who brings out the
starry host one by one,and calls them each
by name...because of this great power
and mighty strenght, not one of them is
missing..May Harley's Beautiful Memories
live forever in your heart!
Merry Christmas
I'll See You In Heaven

Thank you, Mom and Dad,
for the little time we had together.
Now I'm on my way to Heaven,
and without you, it will seem forever.

As I strolled through Heaven's Gates,
I was greeted by a Heavenly Host.
They said, "Follow us, oh, little one.
We will show you who loves you most."

"Look through Heaven's portals."
As I gazed through the portal
looking down... there you stood,
Mom and Dad
with a bright light all around.

Now, I know you are not alone.
I saw Jesus by your side
He will help you with all your sorrow.
With you, He will always abide.

I asked our Lord, here in Heaven,
as He sat me on His knee,
"Please, when it's time for you both to come,
that your souls will again be with me."

I know it's hard for you to understand
that my time here on earth was so very short.
But, always keep me in your memories
As we keep our love alive in each other's heart.

Look toward the heavens.
You will see my star shining bright.
Thank God for all our your blessings
I'll visit you in your dreams each night.

I love you more than when you gave me birth.
And, I thank you for the life, to me, you gave.
A crown of pearls is waiting for each of you.
For, my soul you gave to Him to save.
LOVE & CARE TO DEAR HARLEY!  / Jane Einarson (I care )
A MOTHER'S LOVE! I have watched you grow up over the years, And shared in the learning, the joys and the tears. I've seen you become the person who you are today, A child of mine, and so very special to me, in every way. Through the years you have brought my heart many smiles, And even through any hard times, you made it all worthwhile. I will always be here for you, always right by your side, Whether it be just to listen to you, or to be your guide. I can't lead your life for you, and protect you from all harms, But my love will be embracing you, as if you were in my arms. Above all else, your happiness is so very important to me, And when I see your smiling face, it fills my heart so lovingly. I gave you the gift of life, and in return I've received love, You a true blessing given to me from the Lord above. For the love between a mother and a child is like no other, And I am so proud that I am able to say, I am YOUR mother. (©Pamela Hall,~Angel of the Heart~)
From My Heart, Death Is NEVER In Season  / Melissa Smith (none)

For many of us, grief at the holidays is an oxymoron. Holidays are supposed to be happy, fun, joyful, overflowing with bonds of love. Grief casts a painful, somber, dark shadow over the holidays, shrouding the happy memories of past celebrations.

We grieve because we loved. We formed an intense attachment to our child. Attachments, connections, once the glue that held our life together, have now been broken by the death of our child. We yearn to have our child close to us again.

Now that part of who you were together, as a family, is dead. Your own identity is changed.

Death is never in season. The end of a child's life is never "on time." Among the many connections we may make with the timing of a child's death, holidays seem to serve as markers of the event.

When Blake died I automatically connected his death to the nearest holiday, his birthday. The "first" holidays are an offensive reminder of the death. For some, "firsts" simply mean the first time they experience a holiday, anniversary, birthday, or other special occasions rich with memory and tradition without their child.

But for me, as well as some of you I'm sure, I am experiencing the emotions of "firsts" holidays ( and other special days), during the second year of my grief because of my initial shock, numbness, or tendency to deflect my grief during the first year following Blake's accident.

Holidays are, for most, special times of the year. They come with the regularity of the calendar. We look forward to them, wanting to make each one special and significant. They are usually times away from the pressure of daily work, times for family and friends to gather together, times for reflection and celebration. Thanksgiving Day turkey, a Christmas tree, and the Fourth of July, etc., tend to raise us above the humdrum of life in order to renew and revive. But the holidays will be different for us this year. Grief has ripped from us the uncompromised joy and celebration. The firestorm has hit.

FIRESTORM! That is what death is like. And the fuel of that fire are the feelings associated with holidays.

Grief is tough enough, but Christmas comes (or other holidays), grief becomes all the more difficult. After all, this is supposed to be a happy, joyous time. Grief is the antithesis of joy and is associated with emotions of sadness, emptiness, and loneliness. And now add to your list of "special days" the anniversary date of your child's death. It is a FIRESTORM!

Just think about what happens in a forest fire. When the fire finally subsides, the only thing that remains is charred black earth with no apparent life, no apparent beauty, no apparent hope. How could this barren ground ever support life again?

Death, like a forest fire, devastates, destroys. Death seems to leave nothing but ashes in its wake. Landmarks are destroyed. A sense of hopelessness overwhelms. We are not for certain whether we can find our bearings again. How will we ever navigate this darkness?

Death, like a forest fire, leaves ashes…ashes of loneliness in the absence of our child. The challenge of the firestorm, I think, is to accept its presence. The devastation is real. We can't deny it, not for long. Holidays intensify the pain and add another layer to one's grief. The special days fall short of what they imagined to be. Death has removed our child from our life. A very meaningful relationship has vanished like the morning dew. In the middle of the celebration, we are reminded how closely attached we were and are to our child, now gone. The firestorm has blown across the prairie of our life. A holiday celebration makes you face the reality of your child's death all the more directly. It is difficult for us to say the words dead or died. It's as if they refuse to be shaped easily by our tongues.

Yet in the middle of the traditions of food, family, and friends, and all the activities associated with the holidays, we have an empty chair, a place once filled by our child, a reminder of our loss.

I guess, in our journey to the "other side of grief " We have to work toward accepting the reality that the death of our child did occur. Death seems at one and the same time both real and unreal. How often do we say to ourselves, "But this can't be happening to me!" But the death did happen.

The loneliness and deep pain threaten to engulf us at any given time. Our heart and soul feel burned to the core.


From the depths of my heart I love each of you and our children now gone, Melissa

Remembering You...  / Melissa Smith (grieving Mom) (none)

Holidays are fast approaching
where tinsel and lights shine bright,
It’s the time for family and friends
to sing out carols like 'Silent Night'.
Perhaps a joyous time for many
celebrating the birthday of our Lord,
Which is the true meaning of Christmas
so why do many go out, and buy presents they can't afford?
Christmas parties at work and home
enjoying the food and being merry,
As decorations are hung
with mistletoe, holly and berry.
For some of us it's a blue time
when tears cascade so often,
No matter how hard we try
nothing seems to soften.
Whether you are alone
or surrounded by loved ones,
Loneliness is apparent
especially missing a child.
No matter what religion you are
and celebrate your way,
Just remember this one thing
for many of us it's just another day.

Remembering each of you in my prayers & in my heart. May God guide you through this holiday season. Love Melissa
I saw this and it made me think of you Harley Hope you like!  / Dakota Bauer's Mommy
"My Christmas In Heaven"  / Johnette Moninger (Angel Friend )

"My Christmas in Heaven"

I see the countless Christmas trees
Around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars,
Reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular,
Please wipe away the tear
For I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs
That people hold so dear
But the sounds of music can't compare
With the Christmas choir up here.

I have no words to tell you,
The joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description,
To hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me,
I see the pain inside your heart.
But I am not so far away,
We really aren't 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 sent you each a special gift,
From heavenly home above,
I sent you each a memory
of my undying love.

After all, love is a gift more precious
Than pure gold.
It was always most important
In the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other,
As my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessings or love
He has for each of you.

So have a "Merry Christmas" and
Wipe away that tear.
Remember, I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year.

I Know  / Melissa Smith (grieving Mom) (none)


I know for certain that we never lose the people we love, even to death. They continue to participate in every act, thought and decision we make. Their love leaves an indelible imprint in our memories. We find comfort in knowing that our lives have been enriched by having shared their love.

Though some day we all have to part with those we love, they are not lost. We are always better for having loved. In this way, love transcends even death.. May God be your guide through this holiday season and into the new year, Love, Melissa



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