Cecelia Jean Martinson
June 25, 1976 - September 13, 2006
Don't think of her as gone away --
her journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets--
This earth is only one.
Just think of her as resting
From the sorrows and the tears
In a place of warmth and comfort
wheree there are no days and years.
Think how she must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
Can really pass away.
And think of her as living
in the hearts of those she touched. . .
for nothing loved is ever lost--
and she was loved so much.
~~ E. Brenneman.
The poem is from one of Cece's pen pals --
Teresa Parsons, Bensalem, PA
Although they said she had a heart attack, I know it was other factors that contributed to that attack. She was crying out for help, and no one would listen.
When she graduated from high school, she wanted to move out on her own. She started gardening, fishing, going to the library, walking her dog, and riding her bike. Cece loved animals. She had dogs, fishes, birds, and even worked at a stable for a few years, and over the past years volunteered at the Humane Society. She loved music, loved to read, horse back ride, and enjoyed writing her many pen pals throughout the world. She just had registered to take a singing class at the community college. I am so proud of her living on her own, and maturing into a very strong, remarkable young woman.
It is very difficult losing a child, when it should be the opposite way around. I am so blessed to have known her, and especially humbled and honored to be her earthly father.
Cece taught me so many things, but most of all she gave so much love in return. I will miss her very much, the sweet spirit that she is, her love and special memories of our times together. I have three children, but right now my heart--my very soul hurts. I am missing so much one-third of the part of me that is my children segment that makes me a father. And it is painful. As time progresses, I will refill that emptiness with the tender memories of my Cece.
She is now in the loving care of our Heavenly Father. Cece, you will never be alone. I love you, and miss you so much.
Love, Dad
I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one,
I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when day is gone.
I'd like to leave an echo whispering softly down the ways,
Of happy times and laughing times, and bright and sunny days.
I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun,
Of Happy memories that I leave when life is done.
From the Friendship Rose Garden, and one of its members --- Sandy Smith.
