“I haven't changed, but I know I ain't the same.”
The best gift you can give a parent who has lost a child.... is remembrance.
2 years of what-ifs. 2 years of should have been. 2 years of why. I've had time to think, recall, and to remember. I can recall holding that precious life that left entirely too early. Cradling that body, hoping against hope that it was a bad dream. That I'd blink, and it would be a bad dream. I remember what people said. The service, the tears. A cold bitter wind at the cemetery. I sit here tonight, tears rolling down my cheeks in memory. I know the pain doesn't leave. I know my soul adapts. It still hurts though.
That past 2 years have been sobering, hopeful, sad, and amazing (both good and bad). Through tragedy, rises hope, like a phoenix. I am thankful for an outpouring of support, then and now.
Now, through the storm clouds, the rain and despair, is a chance of hope. For when the rain stops, a rainbow appears. Hopefully, that stays true.
My Mommy 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 mommy, 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 mommy 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 mommy has a broken heart
That time wont ever heal...
My daddy is survivor too...
My daddy 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 daddy 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 daddy is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all!
But, there are times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
And tell him it's OK.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad from the Heavens up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor... And, I can still feel his love.
~Author unknown
2 years of what-ifs. 2 years of should have been. 2 years of why. I've had time to think, recall, and to remember. I can recall holding that precious life that left entirely too early. Cradling that body, hoping against hope that it was a bad dream. That I'd blink, and it would be a bad dream. I remember what people said. The service, the tears. A cold bitter wind at the cemetery. I sit here tonight, tears rolling down my cheeks in memory. I know the pain doesn't leave. I know my soul adapts. It still hurts though.
That past 2 years have been sobering, hopeful, sad, and amazing (both good and bad). Through tragedy, rises hope, like a phoenix. I am thankful for an outpouring of support, then and now.
Now, through the storm clouds, the rain and despair, is a chance of hope. For when the rain stops, a rainbow appears. Hopefully, that stays true.
My Mommy is a Survivor
My Mommy 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 mommy, 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 mommy 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 mommy has a broken heart
That time wont ever heal...
My daddy is survivor too...
My daddy 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 daddy 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 daddy is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all!
But, there are times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
And tell him it's OK.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad from the Heavens up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor... And, I can still feel his love.
~Author unknown
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