A death has occurred
and everything has changed
by this event.
We are painfully aware
that life
can never be the same again,
that yesterday is over,
that relationships once rich
have ended.
But there is another way
to look upon this truth:
If life went on the same without the presence of
the one who has died,
we could only conclude
that the life we here remember
made no contribution,
filled no space,
meant nothing.
The fact that this individual
left behind a place
that cannot be filled
is a high tribute
to this person.
Life can be the same
after a trinket
has been lost,
but never after the loss of a treasure.

~Author unknown

Heaven's
Playground

When children go to Heaven
What do they do all day
Is there someone up there for them
To join with them in play?Will there be someone to hold them
And cuddle them with love
Will they teach them how to fly
With the Angels up above?I think I know the answer
And it fills my heart with joy
A place called Heaven's Playground
For every girl and boy.They're Angels blowing bubbles
And music fills the air
Tiny pups to play with
I know they're happy there.
(Charlotte Anselmo)

Wind Beneath My Wings
( Bette Midler )

Ohhhh, oh, oh, oh, ohhh.
It must have been cold there in my shadow,
To never have sunlight on your face.
You were content to let me shine, that's your way.
You always walked a step behind.

So I was the one with all the glory,
While you were the one with all the strain.
A beautiful face without a name for so long.
A beautiful smile to hide the pain.

Did you ever know that you're my hero,
And everything I would like to be?
I can fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

It might have appeared to go unnoticed,
But I've got it all here in my heart.
I want you to know I know the truth, of course I know it.
I would be nothing without you.

Did you ever know that you're my hero?
You're everything I wish I could be.
I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings.

Did I ever tell you you're my hero?
You're everything, everything I wish I could be.
Oh, and I, I could fly higher than an eagle,
For you are the wind beneath my wings,
'Cause you are the wind beneath my wings.

Oh, the wind beneath my wings.
You, you, you, you are the wind beneath my wings.
Fly, fly, fly away. You let me fly so high.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.
Oh, you, you, you, the wind beneath my wings.

Fly, fly, fly high against the sky,
So high I almost touch the sky.
Thank you, thank you,
Thank God for you, the wind beneath my wing

You don't know how I feel,
don't tell me that you do
There's just one way to know,
have you lost a child too?
"You can have another"
must I hear this everyday?
Each person is unique,
they cannot be replaced.
Don't say it was "God's will."
That's not the God I know.
Would God on purpose break my heart,
then watch as my tears flow?
"You have an angel in heaven,
a precious child above."
But tell me, to whom on here on earth
shall I give my love?
"Aren't you better yet?"
NO! A part of my heart aches
I'll always feel some pain
You think that silence is kind,
but it hurts me even more.
I want to talk about my child
who has gone through death's door.
Don't say these things to me
although you do mean well.
They do not take the pain away
I must go through this hell.
I will get better slow and sure
and it helps to have you near.
But a simple "I'm sorry you lost your child"
is all I need to hear.

Letter to Heaven

Today is your Birthday Dylan
You would have been just one.
But your'e not here with us
You didn't get to be here,
Not for very long
Not ever, ever again
You never even got to cry
and this just hurts so much
That you were taken from us like this
We will never forget you Baby
Your'e always in our thoughts
Always in our hearts, too
You never knew our touch
and never got to live
You took our hearts with you
Its all we had to give
There will never be another you
No one will ever know
what it feels like to lose you
We Love You, We Miss You
I think we need you more than
you would have ever needed us

(written by Mommy on July 29, 2002