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SIX YEARS
IN HEAVEN

"LUKE"
LUCAS CHRISTOPHER ROSS

21 years old
October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001
Acute Bronchopneumonia






Sunrise at Hansen's Mortuary/Cemetery
Home of the Phoenix ANGEL OF HOPE
Home of Luke's final resting place
where someday his ashes will be placed
And were someday ashes will be placed for
Robin, Christine, & Emily




ANGEL OF HOPE
Phoenix, Arizona





Luke's plaque
ANGEL OF HOPE
Phoenix, Arizona



Pedestal Front



Backside of pedestal



Side view of pedestal




Early morning



Luke's cremation pedestal
Near the ANGEL OF HOPE



Book with place for Luke
future place for Robin
Christine, and Emily






I have to celebrate you baby,
I have to praise you
like I should.








The space between
your heart and mine
is the space we'll fill with time.








The spirit fills the darkness of the heavens.
It fills the endless yearning of the soul.
It lives within a star too far to dream of.
It lives within each part and is the whole.
It's the fire and the wings that fly us home.








We could fly on the wings of a dream,
to a place where the spirit could find us,
and joy and surrender would bind us.
We are one anyway,
anyway we are more than we seem.









Luke's pedestal and bench









Front of Luke's pedestal









Photo of Emily and Luke
on front of Luke's pedestal









Luke's Name









Exodus 31:3









Emily's side of pedestal









Emily's side of pedestal
LOVE IS PATIENT









Robin's side of pedestal














Robin's side of pedestal
Transformed into the force









Christine's side of pedestal









Christine's side of the pedestal
YOUR ARE MY SUNSHINE









Luke's Bench









Luke's bench in front of his cremation pedestal

















"Bringer of Light"









ANGEL OF HOPE
Phoenix, Arizona








THE ANGEL CRIED

~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


I gazed up at the statue
As I stood there at her feet.
The Angel of Hope was saddened.
Then she began to weep.

I watched her as a teardrop
Streaked slowly down her face.
I looked around at all the names
Surrounding her in this place.

I thought how weary she must be
From carrying every child
Across the sky to heaven,
Away from us, ...for awhile.

I wondered why she was so sad.
She knew the children had a home.
It was then I realized that her tears
Were for us, ...here all alone.

I felt it was a miracle
That a statue really cried.
Then teardrops fell upon the names
Of all the children that had died.

I turned my eyes to heaven.
The whole sky was shedding tears.
I had thought that these were raindrops
For so very many years.

The angel cried with me today
So did the children's names in stone.
Their teardrops fell upon my skin
And I no longer was alone.

2008 - Christine Ross

Published in
LIVING WITH LOSS MAGAZINE
Winter 2008, Volume 23 No. 4
Bereavement Publications, Inc.




ANNIVERSARY GIFTS
2007

















"VISIT WITH LUKE"

Last Entry in Luke's Journal:

"When there is love in my heart and a smile on my face,
I need nothing else." ~ Luke Ross


"MAY THE FORCE BE WITH YOU"

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