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| Hey Ty! Your Dad made you a tombstone What a wild gift for you And the saddest thing about it Is that he�s never through Each week he goes and works on it Trying to make it tops Typical behavior for The man Matthew calls �Pops� You have a church there, Two foxes, a light, rock, and boot A little different I suppose Not your average graveside loot But you were different As we all know Sure do miss you bud, and Wish you didn�t choose to go. Love, Sandra 2/10/03 |
| I thought I saw you today Out of the corner of my eye Before I even had time to think I said, �Hey there�s Ty!� And then I realized how Sad but how very true You weren�t here, yes you are gone, So what I saw couldn�t have been you You make me answer questions That I don�t like to do Like saying �How old are you?� Will always be �42� Love, Sandra 3/20/03 |
| Long Nights It�s 5 am and I�m still here, Fighting off a thousand tears It should be over said and done I want to say �Come on Ty, You�d had your fun, You proved your point, You made me cry,� Please someone say He didn�t die Tell me not to cry Not to shed another tear That all this will be over And soon your voice I�ll hear I hear you in my mind Oh God, I miss you so Ty why didn�t you let me help Why did you have to go? Love, Sandra 6/9/03 |
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| Through My Children�s Eyes A Sunday day in Summer She should be happy, glad and cheery But yet she�s walking around Lost in her own world, Sad, quiet and teary We children look at her and Know we try but can�t do much She�ll say she�s having a �Ty Day� And that she misses his touch Mama misses Ty more Than he would believe She misses him more than you Or I would ever conceive Ty is everywhere for us But nowhere we can see And so we go around And live in a precious memory Memories flood her mind She looses herself and we grow dim Yet there was a lifetime Of simply her and them Fireflys, caves, and mountain climbing feats On to the car races at Harris or Gaffney track Memories are good Without them we couldn�t go on We hold them close and cherish It may help it not to seem long So yes our mama misses Ty and Yes she�ll walk and cry and we�ll be here for her wishing he didn�t die Love, The Nicholson Children 8/15/03 |
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| Hero A man of distinguished courage Most people's heros are Sports stars or movie stars Mine was an everyday guy A hardworking, god fearing man A husband, a father, a son A brother, a uncle, a nephew A grandson, a cousin, or a friend At one point in time, You may have met my hero His name is Ty Kuykendall I miss you man Love, Trae Nicholson August 2003 |
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| "Fighting Tears" Here's a series of poems And most of them are sad We all have our good days And then we have our bad Some people would call this a journey A passage or maybe a trip I call it getting through Going on, feeling the rip We are moving forward The bad days sometimes Are few but for all The ones still hurting Know that we do too We feel the loss, the hurt, & pain Sometimes in the sunshine Sometimes in the rain The feeling are not always sad The memories not always blue And so later on, as I heal more I'll share those with you too I'll tell all the little things that made him Ty I'll share my favorite stories And they won't make you cry But for now just pray for me Simply call out my name I'm learning to live a different way cause Cause with out Ty, it's not the same Love, Sandra 8/16/03 |
| "Doing Lunch" I remember words from Sunday nights That now I hold so near "Meet me tomorrow & lets do lunch, How about it? Dear." Simple words, that didn't mean a lot, not a big to do "Just come down to the Bantam Chef, We'll have a hot dog or two." And so I rode the roads today And hoped for a glimpse of you Even though I know you're gone And that my wish won't come true I saw the fields and the bailing of hay And let my mind go back to a better day A day when I could sit down And eat lunch with my favorite farming man A day when the tractor would have to wait And the time clock would need to stop We'd talk of church, our kids, family or Whatever was pressing that day You'd never know I'd miss you And that you would go away But you did and I do and I go on And try to get through the day I've just learned a lesson That you never even knew Cherish you time with family No matter what you do Cause it's not in the food, or the atmosphere It was just sharing time and showing we cared... Now I go back, next week for sure But it will be tracie, my stories she'll endure She'll look at me, I'll look at her We'll decide if were going to cry We'll pause for a moment and one will quitely say, " I guess you were thinking of Ty" We both say "yes" and then agree To hold up our heads and talk of us three Once again Terry, Tracie, and me Love Sandra, 8/25/03 |
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| Missing Ty.... If I could say anything at this time The question still remains, Why? Leaving your life, family, & children behind, Many more memories to make in life. And we're having the hardest time; Medication has helped the grief, Given many of us relief. Still the memories remain, Although without you, its not the same. Wishing I could hear your voice, Or give you one more hug, no choice! Ty, I miss you alot..... Love, Melissa Nicholson October 27, 2003 |
| Until then.... Not sure what to say About missing you today Time has gone by And still no reason why You left us all here Crying out a tear To remember the good Like you always would Everyday events have come and gone Wishing you were still here to see what's went on We'll see you again Only the ones saved from sin But for now we'll stay And try to live out each day Until the reason why You had to say bye We'll never know, unless we must Beg God to reveal it to us! Love, Melissa Nicholson October 27, 2003 |
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