by Angela Miller Child loss is a loss like no other. One often misunderstood by many. If you love a bereaved parent or know someone who does, remember that even his or her “good” days are harder than you could ever imagine. Compassion and love, not advice, are needed. If you’d like an inside...
His parents acquired the Bendix washer when John Claypool was a small boy. It happened during World War II. His family owned no washing machine and, since gasoline was rationed, they could ill afford trips to the laundry several miles away. Keeping clothes clean became a problem for young John's...
Written by a child When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one. When you thought I wasn't looking, I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals. When you thought I wasn't...
To all of those I leave behind: I want you to be assured that I died happy. In the ending days of my life I learned how to live. I learned who I was and how to love myself and life, no matter what. I also had the opportunity to spend my remaining days with all of you showing you how much you mean...
by Ruth Gillis A drunk man in an Oldsmobile they said had run the light that caused the six-car pileup on 109 that night. When broken bodies lay about and blood was everywhere, the sirens screamed out elegies, for death was in the air. A mother, trapped inside her car, was heard above the noise;...
Ready or not, someday it will all come to an end. There will be no more sunrises, no days, no hours, no minutes. All the things you collected, whether treasured or forgotten, will pass to someone else. Your wealth, fame and temporal power will shrivel to irrelevance. It will not matter what you...
--Author Unknown Before I was a Mom- I never tripped over toys or forgot words to a lullaby. I didn't worry whether or not my plants were poisonous. I never thought about immunizations. Before I was a Mom- I had never been puked on... Pooped on... Chewed on... Peed on... I had complete control of...
By Beenie Legato Sometimes I sense a little flutter. Like a shadow swiftly slipping by. Or I hear a silent, gentle murmur. Like a soft whisper from out the sky. Sometimes... I hear you call my name, Or clearly see your face before me. And I feel that you are with me still. Then peacefully... I come...
By Carol Patterson Shott A silver thread that keeps me near To those I love and hold so dear, Will someday slip, and I'll swim free. A soul afloat in a bounteous sea. I'll also soar in maddening glee, To places unseen by you and me. Through darkest night and brightest day, I'll fly to a far and...
By Eloise Cole, Scottsdale, Arizona Lend me your hope for awhile. I seem to have mislaid mine. Lost and hopeless feelings accompany me daily. Pain and confusion are my companions. I know not where to turn. Looking ahead to the future times does not bring forth images of renewed hope. I see...
Author unknown We knew little that morning that God was going to call your name. In life, we loved you dearly, in death we do the same. It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone; for part of us went with you, the day God called you home. You left us peaceful memories, your love is still...
When you feel a gentle breeze Caress you when you sigh It's a hug sent from Heaven From a loved one way up high. If a soft and tender raindrop Lands upon your nose They've added a small kiss As fragile as a rose. If a song you hear fills you With a feeling of sweet love It's a hug sent from Heaven...
Parents expect to see their children grow and mature. Ultimately, parents expect to die and leave their children behind...This is the natural course of life events, the life cycle continuing as it should. The loss of a child is the loss of innocence, the death of the most vulnerable and dependent....
17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last. Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay...
Don’t think of him as gone away– his journey’s just begun; life holds so many facets– this earth is only one. Just think of him as resting from the sorrows and the tears in a place of warmth and comfort where there are no days and years. Think how he must be wishing that we could know,...
