October 23, 2003 - October 23, 2003
We little knew that morning
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly;
In death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone;
For part of us went with you
The day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories;
Your love is still our guide.
And though we cannot see you,
You are always by our side.
Our family chain is broken,
And nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.
Author Unknown
My Mom is a survivor,
Or so I've heard it said.
But I can hear her crying at night,
When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night,
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her,
To help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach,
That never wash away
She thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others
A smile of disguise!
But through Heaven's door I see,
Tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death,
To keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows,
It is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom,
Through Heaven's open door
I try to tell her that angels,
Protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn't help her
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says
No matter what she feels,
My surviving mom has a broken heart
That time won't ever heal.
-Kaye Des'Ormeaux
My dad is a survivor too
Which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
That helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my dad each day
To lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.
He cries when no one's around.
I watch him sit up late at night,
With my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
And wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all.
But there's times when he needs to cry
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder
And tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad,
From the Heavens up above
I'm so proud that he's a survivor
And I can still feel his love.
-Kaye Des'Ormeaux
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of her name.
It soothes my broken heart
And it sings to my soul.
A husband who loses a wife is called a widower.
A child who loses his parents is callen an orphan,
Yet there is no word for a parent who loses a child,
That's how awful the loss is.
