"The best and most beautiful things in
the world
cannot be seen or even touched.
They must be felt with the heart."
-- Helen Keller
Our Hearts Will For Ever
Be Together
Exercise with Mom.

All the darkness in the world cannot
put out the light of an Angel.
School days begin.
Lord make this humble home
Thy dwelling place,
That all who enter here
May feel Thy grace.
That none who comes may go
Unrested or unblessed.
Lord, here with us abide,
Our friend and guest.
Being Reminded Each Day
(of that day)

Being reminded each day of that day
is a pain that many live through.
Losing a child hurts like no other hurt.
Surviving is not an easy thing to do.
I, too, dread to see the sun rise tomorrow.
My heart tells me to just sleep through the day.
But nothing will erase the agonizing sorrow
that I've known since you went away.
Oh how I've longed to see my child again.
To look into your eyes once more.
To know what you would have contributed to life.
To see what avenues were yours to explore!
Now I dread for "that day" to arrive.
And I know how other mothers feel.
That day draws nigh for her to cry again.
And that terrific pain is just as real.
For the day that my child left my side;
It's a day that I want to erase.
Oh how it brings such misery & pain for me.
Now oh yes now, it's here for me to face!
I'll need a helping hand to get through
each hour that passes me by.
I'll need some hands to help me stand
and ears to hear me cry.
So take a moment this day and think of me.
Your prayers will see me through.
And when the sun goes down tomorrow...
I'll begin another year of weeping anew!

Copyright 2000
Kaye Des'Ormeaux
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Surviving the loss of a loved one is its own
kind of test.
To tell our story is a way of affirming the life
of the loved one we have lost--
the experiences we had together, the favorite
family stories.
To tell the story is a way of moving the grief
along,
and so contributes to our own healing.
And this I do for my daughter and all family
members and for Brooke's very dear friends.
Our beloved Brooke
A Limb Fallen

A limb has fallen from the family tree.
I keep hearing a voice that says, "Grieve not for
me.
Remember the best times, the laughter the song.
The good life I lived while I was strong.
Continue my heritage, I'm counting on you.
Keep smiling and surely the sun will shine
through.
My mind is at ease, my soul is at rest.
Remembering all, how I truly was blessed.
Continue traditions, no matter how small.
Go on with your life, don't just stare at the wall.

I miss you all dearly, so keep up your chin.
Until the day comes we're together again."
"To laugh often and much,
to win the respect of intelligent people and
the affection of children,
to earn the appreciation of honest critics and
endure the betrayal of false friends,
to appreciate beauty, to find the best in
others,
to leave the world a bit better,
whether by a healthy child,
a garden patch, or a redeemed social
condition;
to know even one life has breathed easier
because you have lived.
This is to have succeeded!"

-- Ralph Waldo Emerson