| The time came when the pain it took to stay, was greater then the pain it took to go. Kim, mom of Christopher P. |
| The question of suicide: Keep it a question, It's not an answer. Dianna, mom of Christopher M. |
| For every new beginning, There is an end. And for every end, There is a new beginning. Dianna, Mom of Christopher Jack |
| A candle loses nothing by lighting another candle. Contributed by Dianna, Mom to Christopher Jack |
| Somewhere Somewhere in the troubled night, When you fight the lonely fight, Will you but remember then I am at your side again As I was in other days When we traveled better ways. True, I cannot touch your hand But I know you understand Love is not a thing of place Only standing face to face, Love is,too, a thing of heart And though we're dwelling far apart There is never far from there To the ones who really care. So if you love me do not grieve Those who love me also believe. If you need me, do but call I am with you after all..... Contributed by Sandy Rod's mom |
| Needed: A strong, deep person wise enough to allow me to grieve in the depth of who I am , and strong enough to hear my pain without turning away. I need someone who believes that the sun will rise again, but who does not fear my darkness. Someone who can point outthe rocks in my way without making me a child by carrying me. Someone who can stand in thunder and watch the lightning, and believe in a rainbow. Contributed by Sandy Mom of Rod |
| Don't walk in front of me, I may not follow. Don't walk behind, I may not lead. Walk beside me and just be my friend. |
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| I do see that there's an arguement against suicide: the grief of the worshipers left behind, The awful famine in their hearts, these are too costly terms for the release. - Mark Twain |
| PLEASE Please don't tell us how to grieve In our own time, in our own way, we will face our loss. Don't tell us time heals all wounds. If healing means repaired as new, nothing, not time nor anything, will heal us. Don't tell us it is time to move on. Your discomfort at seeing our tears is no match to our pain. Don't tell us we are stronger, because of our loss or that we'll learn to be more compassionate or that we will value life more. We don't want lessons. All we want is our loved one back We will find a new way to live, scarred, broken,shaken,hurting........... but alive. If you truely do love us, hold us and share our tears. And one day maybe we will again share a laugh. Contributed by: Patty, mom of Bob author unknown |
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