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Nostalgic tonight and sad
As I spend Christmas eve alone after bailing on a church service I've been
looking forward to, I have been looking through old pictures and things from Eric's funeral. "The room" that I rarely enter. I wanted to share a poem/story with you that was written by my ex husband's sister after Eric died. Tonight is the worst I've felt in a while. After he died I was just numb. His birthday was hard, but somehow Christmas reminds me of all of the family history and years and years of goofy Christmas mornings. The two dinners he was forced to go through at family holidays after his dad and I divorced and how he expressed his over-indulgence of food with loud, stinky farts. Written by his aunt Toni Being an aunt at age three Made you more like a brother to me Taken away at such a young age Made me sit and write this page Saturday 1/25/03 was such a cold day That was when you were taken away Taken to a much better place afar Placed in the sky, another bright star Your dream was to be a famous musician Then you and your friends formed the band called Envision In that band you played the guitar The next step was to become a rock star That star to me, you'll always be Up in Heaven watching over friends and family But now you are only in our dreams As we keep all those loving memories When I was in Grade K your mother babysat me And when you learned to spell, all you'd say was E-R-I-C When we went to Cali and rode the parachutes over and over again, You were about 6 years old, and I think I was 10 Remember waiting for the bus when we went to St Augustines And it was me who babysat you back then Those are some of the memories I have of you And that was only saying a few But now you're in paradise And another bright star to shine at night I'll miss you, but go now my dear God is waiting for you up there -- Cheryl God bless you my Eric, I miss you so bad it hurts more each day. Merry Christmas in Heaven |
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"Cheryl" wrote in message ... As I spend Christmas eve alone after bailing on a church service I've been looking forward to, I have been looking through old pictures and things from Eric's funeral. ... Cheryl Cheryl, You are not alone. We can't be with you physically but we are all with you anyway. Thank you for sharing some of your treasured memories. I hope you find peace this holiday season. Annie |
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On 25 Dec 2003 02:12:36 GMT, Cheryl
wrote: As I spend Christmas eve alone after bailing on a church service I've been looking forward to, I have been looking through old pictures and things from Eric's funeral. "The room" that I rarely enter. I wanted to share a poem/story with you that was written by my ex husband's sister after Eric died. Tonight is the worst I've felt in a while. After he died I was just numb. His birthday was hard, but somehow Christmas reminds me of all of the family history and years and years of goofy Christmas mornings. The two dinners he was forced to go through at family holidays after his dad and I divorced and how he expressed his over-indulgence of food with loud, stinky farts. Written by his aunt Toni Being an aunt at age three Made you more like a brother to me Taken away at such a young age Made me sit and write this page Saturday 1/25/03 was such a cold day That was when you were taken away Taken to a much better place afar Placed in the sky, another bright star Your dream was to be a famous musician Then you and your friends formed the band called Envision In that band you played the guitar The next step was to become a rock star That star to me, you'll always be Up in Heaven watching over friends and family But now you are only in our dreams As we keep all those loving memories When I was in Grade K your mother babysat me And when you learned to spell, all you'd say was E-R-I-C When we went to Cali and rode the parachutes over and over again, You were about 6 years old, and I think I was 10 Remember waiting for the bus when we went to St Augustines And it was me who babysat you back then Those are some of the memories I have of you And that was only saying a few But now you're in paradise And another bright star to shine at night I'll miss you, but go now my dear God is waiting for you up there That is a beautiful tribute, Cheryl. I just wanted to let you know that you aren't alone. I've never lost a child, but I have lost a husband of 45 years and an infant grandson, plus both of my parents. I know how hard the holidays can be when you are alone. It's easy for people to say that you need to get on with your life and not dwell on the past, but you and I both know that this is not the easiest thing in the world to do. Love and hugs, Nan |
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On 25 Dec 2003 02:12:36 GMT, Cheryl
wrote: As I spend Christmas eve alone after bailing on a church service I've been looking forward to, I have been looking through old pictures and things from Eric's funeral. "The room" that I rarely enter. I wanted to share a poem/story with you that was written by my ex husband's sister after Eric died. Tonight is the worst I've felt in a while. After he died I was just numb. His birthday was hard, but somehow Christmas reminds me of all of the family history and years and years of goofy Christmas mornings. The two dinners he was forced to go through at family holidays after his dad and I divorced and how he expressed his over-indulgence of food with loud, stinky farts. Written by his aunt Toni Being an aunt at age three Made you more like a brother to me Taken away at such a young age Made me sit and write this page Saturday 1/25/03 was such a cold day That was when you were taken away Taken to a much better place afar Placed in the sky, another bright star Your dream was to be a famous musician Then you and your friends formed the band called Envision In that band you played the guitar The next step was to become a rock star That star to me, you'll always be Up in Heaven watching over friends and family But now you are only in our dreams As we keep all those loving memories When I was in Grade K your mother babysat me And when you learned to spell, all you'd say was E-R-I-C When we went to Cali and rode the parachutes over and over again, You were about 6 years old, and I think I was 10 Remember waiting for the bus when we went to St Augustines And it was me who babysat you back then Those are some of the memories I have of you And that was only saying a few But now you're in paradise And another bright star to shine at night I'll miss you, but go now my dear God is waiting for you up there My thoughts and good wishes are with you to find peace and contentmentthis Christmas and in the New Year, There is a little poem -- can;t remember it exactly, but it is something like this: "We are born for a higher destiny than that of earth. There is a realm where the sun ever shines And the beings that pass before us like shadows Will stay in our presence forever." (author unknown). PEACE! |
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Dear Cheryl,
It is hard to be alone tonight and tomorrow; it is good, though, I think, for you to remember your son by viewing the pictures and things, but why not look through what you have accumulated from his life....not just his funeral relics. We live on in the memories of those who knew and loved us; as long as I can see in my mind the faces of those loved ones I've lost and remember when they were with me, they are not truly gone without a trace. The holidays, however, are the worst times of missing them. ((((((((((( Cheryl )))))))))) hugs from Hopitus and the Evil 3 here send purrs of friendly comfort and meatloaf meditations for Eric. "Cheryl" wrote in message ... : As I spend Christmas eve alone after bailing on a church service I've been : looking forward to, I have been looking through old pictures and things : from Eric's funeral. "The room" that I rarely enter. I wanted to share a : poem/story with you that was written by my ex husband's sister after Eric : died. Tonight is the worst I've felt in a while. After he died I was just : numb. His birthday was hard, but somehow Christmas reminds me of all of : the family history and years and years of goofy Christmas mornings. The : two dinners he was forced to go through at family holidays after his dad : and I divorced and how he expressed his over-indulgence of food with loud, : stinky farts. : : Written by his aunt Toni : : Being an aunt at age three : Made you more like a brother to me : Taken away at such a young age : Made me sit and write this page : : Saturday 1/25/03 was such a cold day : That was when you were taken away : Taken to a much better place afar : Placed in the sky, another bright star : : Your dream was to be a famous musician : Then you and your friends formed the band called Envision : In that band you played the guitar : The next step was to become a rock star : : That star to me, you'll always be : Up in Heaven watching over friends and family : But now you are only in our dreams : As we keep all those loving memories : : When I was in Grade K your mother babysat me : And when you learned to spell, all you'd say was E-R-I-C : When we went to Cali and rode the parachutes over and over again, : You were about 6 years old, and I think I was 10 : : Remember waiting for the bus when we went to St Augustines : And it was me who babysat you back then : Those are some of the memories I have of you : And that was only saying a few : : But now you're in paradise : And another bright star to shine at night : I'll miss you, but go now my dear : God is waiting for you up there : : -- : Cheryl : : God bless you my Eric, I miss you so bad it hurts more each day. Merry : Christmas in Heaven |
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Cheryl wrote in message ...
As I spend Christmas eve alone after bailing on a church service I've been looking forward to, I have been looking through old pictures and things from Eric's funeral. "The room" that I rarely enter. I wanted to share a poem/story with you that was written by my ex husband's sister after Eric died. Tonight is the worst I've felt in a while. After he died I was just numb. His birthday was hard, but somehow Christmas reminds me of all of the family history and years and years of goofy Christmas mornings. The two dinners he was forced to go through at family holidays after his dad and I divorced and how he expressed his over-indulgence of food with loud, stinky farts. Written by his aunt Toni Being an aunt at age three Made you more like a brother to me Taken away at such a young age Made me sit and write this page Saturday 1/25/03 was such a cold day That was when you were taken away Taken to a much better place afar Placed in the sky, another bright star Your dream was to be a famous musician Then you and your friends formed the band called Envision In that band you played the guitar The next step was to become a rock star That star to me, you'll always be Up in Heaven watching over friends and family But now you are only in our dreams As we keep all those loving memories When I was in Grade K your mother babysat me And when you learned to spell, all you'd say was E-R-I-C When we went to Cali and rode the parachutes over and over again, You were about 6 years old, and I think I was 10 Remember waiting for the bus when we went to St Augustines And it was me who babysat you back then Those are some of the memories I have of you And that was only saying a few But now you're in paradise And another bright star to shine at night I'll miss you, but go now my dear God is waiting for you up there Cheryl, nothing we can say could possibly make you feel any better, but please know you are in our thoughts and prayers, and we send you purrs for a peaceful holiday. ------ Krista |
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((((((((Cheryl))))))))
I can't imagine anything worse than losing a child. Joy "Cheryl" wrote in message ... As I spend Christmas eve alone after bailing on a church service I've been looking forward to, I have been looking through old pictures and things from Eric's funeral. "The room" that I rarely enter. I wanted to share a poem/story with you that was written by my ex husband's sister after Eric died. Tonight is the worst I've felt in a while. After he died I was just numb. His birthday was hard, but somehow Christmas reminds me of all of the family history and years and years of goofy Christmas mornings. The two dinners he was forced to go through at family holidays after his dad and I divorced and how he expressed his over-indulgence of food with loud, stinky farts. Written by his aunt Toni Being an aunt at age three Made you more like a brother to me Taken away at such a young age Made me sit and write this page Saturday 1/25/03 was such a cold day That was when you were taken away Taken to a much better place afar Placed in the sky, another bright star Your dream was to be a famous musician Then you and your friends formed the band called Envision In that band you played the guitar The next step was to become a rock star That star to me, you'll always be Up in Heaven watching over friends and family But now you are only in our dreams As we keep all those loving memories When I was in Grade K your mother babysat me And when you learned to spell, all you'd say was E-R-I-C When we went to Cali and rode the parachutes over and over again, You were about 6 years old, and I think I was 10 Remember waiting for the bus when we went to St Augustines And it was me who babysat you back then Those are some of the memories I have of you And that was only saying a few But now you're in paradise And another bright star to shine at night I'll miss you, but go now my dear God is waiting for you up there -- Cheryl God bless you my Eric, I miss you so bad it hurts more each day. Merry Christmas in Heaven |
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Dear Cheryl,
I do so wish there was some way I could take away some of the pain you are feeling. Are there any friends or family members you can be with so you wouldn't be so alone? We cannot be with you in person, but you are in our thoughts. I'm sending you lots of gentle hugs and Soncek sends his most soothing purrs just for you, -- Polonca & Soncek "Cheryl" wrote in message ... As I spend Christmas eve alone after bailing on a church service I've been looking forward to, I have been looking through old pictures and things from Eric's funeral. snip |
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Cheryl wrote in message ... As I spend Christmas eve alone after bailing on a church service I've been looking forward to, I have been looking through old pictures and things from Eric's funeral. "The room" that I rarely enter. I wanted to share a poem/story with you that was written by my ex husband's sister after Eric died. Cheryl, that's such a lovely poem. I know it's hard, but you DO have people thinking about you. Even though each day seems hard, it will get better eventually. It's said so often that it seems trite, but it IS true that time heals. Spend your day with the memory of your son, and all the happy years you had with him. With love and hugs Jeanette |
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{{{{Cheryl}}}}}
May peace find its way to your heart, and may the memories each day become less paiinful and more joyous. Blessings, Ginger-lyn On 25 Dec 2003 02:12:36 GMT, Cheryl wrote: As I spend Christmas eve alone after bailing on a church service I've been looking forward to, I have been looking through old pictures and things from Eric's funeral. "The room" that I rarely enter. I wanted to share a poem/story with you that was written by my ex husband's sister after Eric died. Tonight is the worst I've felt in a while. After he died I was just numb. His birthday was hard, but somehow Christmas reminds me of all of the family history and years and years of goofy Christmas mornings. The two dinners he was forced to go through at family holidays after his dad and I divorced and how he expressed his over-indulgence of food with loud, stinky farts. Written by his aunt Toni Being an aunt at age three Made you more like a brother to me Taken away at such a young age Made me sit and write this page Saturday 1/25/03 was such a cold day That was when you were taken away Taken to a much better place afar Placed in the sky, another bright star Your dream was to be a famous musician Then you and your friends formed the band called Envision In that band you played the guitar The next step was to become a rock star That star to me, you'll always be Up in Heaven watching over friends and family But now you are only in our dreams As we keep all those loving memories When I was in Grade K your mother babysat me And when you learned to spell, all you'd say was E-R-I-C When we went to Cali and rode the parachutes over and over again, You were about 6 years old, and I think I was 10 Remember waiting for the bus when we went to St Augustines And it was me who babysat you back then Those are some of the memories I have of you And that was only saying a few But now you're in paradise And another bright star to shine at night I'll miss you, but go now my dear God is waiting for you up there -- Cheryl God bless you my Eric, I miss you so bad it hurts more each day. Merry Christmas in Heaven |
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