Remembering

Go ahead and mention my child
The one that died, you know
Don't worry about hurting me further
The depth of my pain doesn't show.

Don't worry about making me cry
I'm already crying inside
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.

I'm hurt when you just keep silent
Pretending it doesn't exist
I'd rather you'd mention my child
Knowing that he has been missed.

You asked me how I'm doing I say
"pretty good" or "fine"
But healing is something on-going
I feel it will take a lifetime.

By Elizabeth Dent

The following was written and read by sister Jenny at Heather's funeral service:
Heather was the best sister anyone could have ever asked for.
She was always there for me when I needed her.
She was the perfect role model for me, and I hope that I can be just like her someday.
I hope I will always make her proud, the way she made me proud.
I thank God so much for given me the chance to be her sister and to know her the way I did.
Even though it was short, it was such a great blessing.
I still had so many things left to share with her.
But I know she will still be with me in any special events in my life.
Especially my school dances, in which her friends have told me that she looked so forward to help me get ready for.
And I will always cherish the three that she was here for.
I will also miss the nights that she would come in my room at one in the morning and wake me up because she couldn't sleep and wanted to talk.
Even though it made me mad at the time, I'm so glad now that I do have those memories of the talks I had with her.
She could always make me laugh no matter what kind of mood I was in.
Everyone that knew her loved her, but then again how could you not.
She will be so greatly missed by everyone that knew her.
Heather, I love you more then anything and I will miss you so much.

What I Wouldn't Give

Oh what I wouldn't give
Just to hear your voice one last time,
Or to feel your touch, or see your face,
Or even to smell your scent.
What you meant to me can not be put into words.
Although it helps me to know you are up in Heaven,
There isn't anything I wouldn't give to have you here with me.
I still try not to believe it,
And tell myself that you are just not home.
But as the days go on,
It's just getting harder and harder.
I don't know when it will get easier,
Or if it ever will.
Because the thought of not having you here with me,
Tears me to shreds.
I don't know why you had to go,
But it must be very important
That God needed you and Emily both.
(Written by sister Jenny)