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Memories Of Monica |
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This site is in memory of our daughter Monica Lee Reaves. She passed away on Feburary 1, 1999 at the age of 17. Monica had a blood disease called Auto Immuned Hemolytic Anemia. Her body was destroying her red blood cells, faster than she could reproduce them.This was something Monica had since she was 15 months old. At times she was so sick she couldn't get out of bed, then other times you would never know anything was wrong with her. That's the way this disease was.One day she would be on top of the world and the next she would be at the bottom. Monica was a real fighter, and most of the time she won! Her doctor's didn't know she was really as sick as she was. Monica was looking forward to June of 2000. She would finally be graduating from high school. But her body and spirit had a better idea for her. In Feburary she graduated to Heaven a better place than any school she could have ever gone to. Now we know she doesn't hurt anymore and she has a pair of angel wings. We will always miss her and will keep her close in our hearts. As long as we remember her, she will live on forever! Read on for more of Monica's life and some of the poems she had written. |
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MONICA'S POEM
Shead not one tear for me. For I don't look az this az my death. But az a new beginning. Adifferent life with no sickness, no pain troubles, or heartache. I haven't died, but just moved on to something different and better. For all that died is my body, for my spirit lives on. My body waz my limits SO NOW I'M FREE.
BY: CRONiC
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The last Christmas Monica lived she asked Santa for a Peace Bear.
She had told us that if she didn't make it.
Her Peace Bear was to be put in her casket. The Peace Bears birthday just happened to be Feburary 1, So Monica got her peace in every way. |
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Sometimes what you want is the worst thing for you-
Sometimes what you don't want is the best thing for you-
Sometimes you get hurt but sometimes its for the best-
Sometimes what you think is actually wrong-
Sometimes what is wrong is actually right- Sometimes life
seems so right - THEN - Sometimes your whole world is up side down- Sometimes it seems as if there's nothing for you to live on for- Then you can see a light- A ray of hope- A broken heart can heal- But somtimes the memories can hurt- You feel as if the pain will never end- You feel as if you've cried a river of tears- But there is always hope- For everything always happens for the BEST- God always see to that!- BY:CRONIC-
This candle will always burn in memory of MONICA so that see will know she is always missed and loved!!! |
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EVERYDAY TORTURES:
She cuts with her words.
He stabs with his eyes.
She slices, He dices.
They injure with lies.
The pain that we give.
Is the pain, that we take.
And the hurt that we hide.
Is the hurt that we make.
We're everyday victems,
Just trying to heal.
The everyday tortures,
We try not to feel. |
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If you have been reading these last pages, you know by now we had a very brave an caring daughter. Those were just a sample of the many poems she left us with. We believe she wrote trying to put on paper the many things she was feeling about death, but she never said she was afraid to die. She had made her peace with God and we know she was ready , when he called her name. Monica had even made her own funeral plans. She had picked out her own casket, flowers for a family wreath and even her clothes to be buried in. She had written everything down and had it on her computer so there was nothing for her Daddy and I to do the day she passed away. We knew Monica had a short life but a very full lifein her 17 years here, with us and we will always be proud to say she was our daughter. She was a blessing for us, but she was only lent to us, she always belonged to GOD!!!!!!! |
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