IN MEMORY OF DYLAN ROSS

November 22, 1973 - August 27, 2010

BringerOfLight

Bart "Dylan" Ross
11/22/1973 - 8/27/2010
36 years
Pulmonary Embolism
written by: Rhonda Ross

Early on November 22, 1973, Thanksgiving Day, we were blessed with a precious baby boy. That tiny 5 lbs. 10 oz. bundle brought more joy to our lives than we imagined. He was a good baby, a cuddly toddler, a bright little boy and a funny teenager. He grew up to be a burly 5' 11', 200+ lb. man with a gorgeous smile and amazing blue eyes. He was a very smart, witty, easy going man with a big heart. Dylan "entertained" family and friends from a young age right up to the day he died. He could read a book or watch a movie once and commit it to memory. He called himself "an encyclopedia of useless knowledge". More than anything, Dylan loved his family. He was always close to us and his sister. He enjoyed great relationships with and was loved by his grandparents, aunts, uncles, cousins, numerous friends, and coworkers. Above all, Dylan loved his children. He enjoyed his job and worked hard. He loved fishing, duck hunting, drag racing and Walt Disney World. On Friday, August 27, 2010 while at work Dylan called his boss to say he thought he was having a heart attack and needed help. He was alive when the paramedics arrived, but he died in route to the hospital and could not be revived. We got the call and raced to the hospital praying and begging God to take one of us... but a doctor and nurse came out to tell us our beloved son was gone. Our worse nightmare came true except this pain is worse than we imagined. We love you Dylan and we will miss you until the day we join you in heaven.

THE DUCK HUNTER'S LAST REQUEST

He walked beyond the Cypress trees
In the swamp towards the west.
He bowed his head in reverence
As he made his last request.

"Let this hunter's voice be heard
In the morning winds that sing
And let this hunter's spirit soar
On the tips of mallard wings."

"And in the sun and in the moon
And in the wetland's starlight glow
Let my light forever shine
Casting shadows of hope below."

"Let this worn-out hunting cap
Be my halo when I die,
As I carry my shotgun and decoys,
And wade across the clouds on high."

"Call in the ones that aimed with me,
And the little hunters too.
Help them all to understand
That my final hunt is through."

"Please grant this last request of mine
As I gently walk away,
Calling ducks along the pass
To that place where I will stay."

Then he walked beyond the sunset,
His silhouette against the sky.
His eternal duck call echoed,
As he said his last goodbye.

© 2010 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry ~
In memory of Dylan Ross 1973 - 2010

A devoted husband, father, son, brother and friend
and a resident of Watson, Louisiana,
and an employee of AT&T,
he died unexpectedly Friday, August 27, 2010,
at Lane Regional Medical Center in Zachary.
He was 36 years old.

ECCLESIASTES 3: 1 - 14

1 To every thing there is a season,
and a time to every purpose under the heaven:

2 A time to be born, and a time to die;
a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;

3 A time to kill, and a time to heal;
a time to break down, and a time to build up;

4 A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
a time to mourn, and a time to dance;

5 A time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;

6 A time to get, and a time to lose;
a time to keep, and a time to cast away;

7 A time to rend, and a time to sew;
a time to keep silence, and a time to speak;

8 A time to love, and a time to hate;
a time of war, and a time of peace.

9 What profit hath he that worketh
in that wherein he laboreth?

10 I have seen the travail, which God hath given
to the sons of men to be exercised in it.

11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time:
also he hath set the world in their heart,
so that no man can find out the work that
God maketh from the beginning to the end.

12 I know that there is no good in them,
but for a man to rejoice, and to do good in his life.

13 And also that every man should eat and drink,
and enjoy the good of all his labor, it is the gift of God.

14 I know that, whatsoever God doeth, it shall be for ever:
nothing can be put to it, nor any thing taken from it:
and God doeth it, that men should fear before him.

PSALMS 23

1 The LORD is my shepherd; I shall not want.

2 He maketh me to lie down in green pastures:
he leadeth me beside the still waters.

3 He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

4 Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

5 Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

6 Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

REVELATIONS 14: 12 - 20

12 Here is the patience of the saints:
here are they that keep the commandments of God,
and the faith of Jesus.

13 And I heard a voice from heaven saying unto me,
Write, Blessed are the dead which die in the Lord from henceforth:
Yea, saith the Spirit, that they may rest from their labors;
and their works do follow them.

14 And I looked, and behold a white cloud,
and upon the cloud one sat like unto the Son of man,
having on his head a golden crown, and in his hand a sharp sickle.

15 And another angel came out of the temple,
crying with a loud voice to him that sat on the cloud,
Thrust in thy sickle, and reap:
for the time is come for thee to reap;
for the harvest of the earth is ripe.

16 And he that sat on the cloud thrust in his sickle on the earth;
and the earth was reaped.

17 And another angel came out of the temple which is in heaven,
he also having a sharp sickle.

18 And another angel came out from the altar, which had power over fire;
and cried with a loud cry to him that had the sharp sickle, saying,
Thrust in thy sharp sickle, and gather the clusters of the vine of the earth; for her grapes are fully ripe.

19 And the angel thrust in his sickle into the earth, and gathered the vine of the earth,
and cast it into the great winepress of the wrath of God.

20 And the winepress was trodden without the city,
and blood came out of the winepress, even unto the horse bridles,
by the space of a thousand and six hundred furlongs.

THE CROSS OF JESUS

Come, O God, renew your people,
We who long to see your face,
Strengthen hearts that have grown feeble;
Fill our lives with truth and grace,
Only you can win our freedom;
Only you can bring us peace,
Only in the cross of Jesus,
Will the captives find release.

Deep within create a new heart;
Melt away the winter chill,
Help us now to make a new start,
Help us now to know your will,
Washed in waters of forgiveness,
Cleansed in waters of new birth,
Lead us to the cross of Jesus,
Bringing life to all the earth.

In the darkness that surrounds us,
We have lost you from our sight,
Even though your love has found us,
We embrace the powers of night,
Scatter now our deepest darkness,
Guide our hearts into the light,
Join us to the cross of Jesus,
Help us set our living right.

Call us forth to walk in justice,
Rescue us from sin and grave,
Through the power of your Spirit,
Breathe in us the breath that saves,
Strengthen us in our communion
, One in Word and cup and bread,
Here within the cross of Jesus,
All who hunger will be fed.

Francis Patrick O’Brien

MEMORIAL OBITUARY

Ross, Bart 'Dylan'

A devoted husband, son, brother, and friend, a resident of Watson and an employee of AT&T, he died unexpectedly Firday, Aug. 27, 2010, at Lane Regional Medical Center in Zachary. He was 36. Visiting at Charlet Funeral Home Inc., Zachary, on Monday, Aug. 30, from 5 p.m. to 9 p.m. Visiting resumes at the funeral home Tuesday, Aug. 31, from 9 a.m. until service at 10 a.m. Mass of Christian Burial to follow at 11 a.m. at St. John the Baptist Catholic Church in Zachary, conducted by the Rev. M. Jeffery Bayhi. He is survived by his wife, Brandi Warren Ross; a daughter, Madison Marie Ross; two sons, Chandler Seth Ross and Tristan Cole Lacaze; parents, Terry and Rhonda Ross; a sister, Lauri Ross Garrett and husband Kevin James; mother-in-law, Teri Warren; brother-in-law, Chris Warren and wife Kelly; sister-in-law, Savannah Maynard; grandmother, Beverly Rivet Slocum; nieces and nephews, Taylor, Krista and Gavinn Warren and Brant, Bradie, Benjamin, and Breanna Garret; and numerous aunts, uncles and cousins. Preceded in death by an infant brother, Matthew Ross; father-in-law, Sonny Warren; grandparents, TJ and Doris Messina, Dayton W. Slocum Jr., Jacqueline Sanders Sullivan and William F. Ross Sr.; aunt, Jackie Ross Dunham; and cousin, Lucas Christopher Ross. Pallbearers will be Chris Warren, Kevin Garret, Todd Rouse, Ritchie Ross, Casey Lewis and Corey Borne. Dylan was an avid fisherman, duck hunter, and drag racing fan. Share sympathies, condolences and memories at www.CharletFuneralHome.com.

IN MEMORY OF

Dylan Ross
36 years
11/22/73 - 8/27/10
Pulmonary Embolism
WRITTEN BY: Rhonda Ross

From an early age I talked to Dylan about Jesus and heaven. He was very curious and asked lots of questions. He asked what heaven is like. I told him how wonderful it is. In fact I made it sound so good he wanted to know, "When can I go there?" I explained that when Jesus is ready for us to live with him, usually when we get very old, he comes and takes us to heaven.

One day when Dylan was about 4 years old he was playing out in our backyard. I went out to check on him. He was looking up very intently. I looked up but didn't see anything so I asked, "What are you looking at?" He answered very matter of factly, "I'm looking for the door." "What door?", I asked. He answered, "The door to heaven. You said Jesus comes and takes us to heaven so where's the door?" I smiled at him and said, "It's invisible. We can't see it until Jesus comes to get us." Dylan found "the door" when Jesus came to take him to heaven August 27, 2010.

Dylan was quite a character from a very early age. At age 6, while in first grade, I picked him up from school one day and noticed he seemed kind of sad. When we got home I sat him on my lap with my arm around him and looked into his big blue eyes and asked him what was wrong. He very seriously replied, "Everybody at school has an allergy and I don't have one." I asked him if he knew what an allergy was. He said he did. I said, "Well you're lucky not to have one." He insisted that he really wanted an allergy so I said, "Okay, what do you want to be allergic to?" He perked up and said, "I'll be allergic to grass 'cause it makes me itch." I told him that would be fine and gave him a hug. He went off happy to have his very own allergy. When he was older he loved for me to tell him this story. We would laugh about it together. Recalling it now makes me smile.

Dylan Ross November 22, 1973 - August 27, 2010

DYLAN'S ANNIVERSARY

DYLAN'S MEMORIAL DAY

Dylan left this earth not long ago
On a day that's difficult to recall.
That day that ripped your heart out.
A pain not understood at all.

We know the deep wound it has left you.
You see, we have that open wound too.
Because....our Luke was taken from us
Just as your Dylan was taken from you.

It doesn't matter how long it's been,
A year, a few years, or many more.
We know how it seems only yesterday
Dylan was with you and safe as before.

The days gone by are lonely echoes
Of a much happier life and time.
We wish for you the comfort of memories
Held forever in your heart and mind.

Just know your Dylan is reaching out
To announce that life is not through.
To tell you that the spirit never leaves
And that he's always watching over you.

So on this special memorial day
Let there be honor and memories and pride.
May you feel the spirit of everlasting love
On this day that your sweet Dylan died.

© 2002 - Christine Ross
in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
revised 2011 - in memory of Dylan Ross 1973 -2010

ANOTHER YEAR

Another year has come and gone
And everything still feels so wrong.
He's not here and I'm alive.
Through all this pain I have survived.

From this day on I'll feel the same.
A million times I'll say his name.
A million tears will wet my face.
That's my life within this place.

Another day, another week.
Time with him is what I seek.
Another month, another year.
Someday soon I'll see him there.

© 2006 - Christine Ross
in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
revised 2011 - in memory of Dylan Ross 1973 -2010

Matthew Ross
36 minutes
Dylan Ross
36 years

THE TWO CYPRESS TREES

Once there were two cypress trees
Standing tall against the sky,
Taking in the warmth of breezes
As their leaves just fluttered by.

Then from those two tall cypress trees
Two more little cypress trees grew
By a lake there in the southern swamp
Touched by the morning dew.

They gathered in the sunshine.
Then they quenched upon the rain.
Four trees playing in the wind
Sometime before the winter came.

In the springtime how they glistened.
They had the warmth of summer winds.
Little did the four trees know
This would never come again.

Autumn gave them graceful leaves
As they stood so proud and tall
Then suddenly a cold wind blew
And their leaves began to fall.

The wind was blowing violently
With a howling lonesome sound.
Then with an eerie silence
One tree fell to the ground.

The young tree laid there cold and still
As the sky released the rain.
Then drops of sorrow trickled down
From the three trees that remained.

Raindrops quietly turned to ice,
Just as the barren trees had feared.
Autumn, spring, and summer... gone
And a long, long winter... here.

© 2008 - Christine Ross ~ Bringer of Light Poetry
In memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Revised from "The Two Aspens" ©2010 ~ in memory of Dylan Ross 1973 - 2010

"THE TWO ASPENS"
Published in
LIVING WITH LOSS MAGAZINE
Fall 2009, Volume 24 No. 3
Bereavement Publications, Inc.

: Dylan Ross
36 years
: Matthew Ross
36 minutes

YOUR PRESENCE IS EVERYWHERE

October repaints the summer landscape.
A fragrant chill engulfs the air.
October possesses a keen sense of you.
In October... your presence is everywhere.

October winds gently carry your soul
As they whisper to me your sweet name.
October leaves fall to the ground once again
Proclaiming... "nothing ever stays the same".

October sky in a contrast of blue
Opens that door from beyond the clouds.
October sunshine warms my broken heart
Saying... "today no sadness allowed."

October moonlight displays a soft halo,
A likeness of the one that you wear.
October colors fill transparent eyes
Tinting... all of my waiting tears.

October nights with sedating memories
Of rock-a-bye baby to sleep.
October mornings awaken my mind
With dreams... that are mine forever to keep.

October resurrects secret pleasures,
Obsessions I'll always hold dear.
October possesses a keen sense of you.
In October... your presence is everywhere.

© 2008 - Christine Ross ~ Bringer of Light Poetry
in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYLAN

Candles may be brightly burning,
Upon a special birthday cake.
Friends and family may be singing,
To what appears an empty space.

You see, that space is only empty,
To your normal human sight.
For Dylan is always near you,
With a spirit that is bright.

To touch may not be possible,
Although Dylan exists,
Not in a way you understand,
But with a presence that persists.

You'll celebrate this special day,
The day your son was born,
Shouting "HAPPY BIRTHDAY DYLAN!!!"
Even though you deeply mourn.

© 2001 ~ Christine Ross ~ Bringer of Light Poetry
~in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Revised © 2010 ~ in memory of Dylan Ross 1973 - 2010

A BIRTHDAY UP IN HEAVEN

A birthday up in heaven....
Imagine all the joy it brings
To blow out all your candles
And not wish for anything.

To hear the angels sing to you
A happy birthday song.
To know that everything is right
And nothing ever will be wrong.

To eat as much cake as you want
And not count the calories.
To open up your present...
A big box of memories.

To reach out from above the clouds
Retrieving a balloon.
To see it came from those you love
Knowing they will join you soon.

To realize on your birthday
You won't be counting years.
To smile and laugh and giggle
Never shedding any tears.

To travel down to earth again
As they celebrate your day.
To help them all to understand
You really didn't go away.

To finally have the one you've missed
Come running when you call.
A birthday up in heaven
.....Is waiting for us all.

© 2006 - Christine Ross ~ Bringer of Light Poetry
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

DYLAN'S CELEBRATION OF LIFE BIRTHDAY - 2010

: Dylan Ross
36 years
: Matthew Ross
36 minutes

THAT EMPTY CHAIR

As I bow my weary head today
And I say my Thanksgiving prayer,
I look up across the table
And I see it... that empty chair.

Oh God, what can I be thankful for?
I miss that smile, I miss that kiss.
But I will try to be thankful
Though all I feel is emptiness.

Through the emptiness I am thankful
For all of those wonderful years.
The times we spent together.
The happiness, love, and tears.

I'm thankful for the memories
That drift through my mind from the past.
Those glowing eyes, those amazing hugs,
And that big incredible laugh.

I'm thankful for the things I've learned
From someone that really mattered,
Who taught me what's important,
Who always had room for laughter.

I'm thankful for this Thanksgiving day
My remaining family shares.
But most of all I'm thankful for...
All the things in that empty chair.

© 2001 - Christine Ross ~ Bringer of Light Poetry
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Matthew Ross
36 minutes
Dylan Ross
36 years

A CANDLE FLICKERS

A candle flickers through the night
With a gentle peaceful glow,
As shadows dance upon the wall
And memories begin to flow.

Yesterday was full of sunshine
That somehow slipped away.
And all of those tomorrows
Illuminate another day.

But today there is a candle
That will flicker through the night
And shine upon a broken heart
With a peaceful angel light.

© 2010 Christine Ross
~ Bringer of Light Poetry
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Matthew Ross
36 minutes
Dylan Ross
36 years

ALL THE GIFTS YOU CAN NEVER GIVE

You find yourself wandering, through the mall,
Christmas past, you want to relive,
Tears fall from your eyes, as you gaze upon.....
All the gifts you can never give.

Allured by the scent, of his favorite cologne,
Beckoned by a sporting goods store,
You needlessly search, for that card "To My Son",
Longing for Christmas with him, just once more.

There are so many things, you would give him,
The warmth of a hug, and a smile.
You would give him that one last, "I love you".
Then you'd sit, and you'd talk for awhile.

You'd give him the strength, to overcome death.
That found haven, in his soul.
You'd give breath so that he could have,
That simple gift of growing old.

The gift of time, for a long goodbye,
Something you desperately wish, you could do,
You could tell him how deeply, you miss him,
How his absence, makes Christmas so blue.

But breath, and hugs can't be given,
Nor time for talks, or long goodbyes,
For Dylan has gone, to that place far away,
He dwells with angels, up in the sky.

So this year, just wrap up your memories,
Those of a happier, Christmas lived.
Place them beneath, the Christmas tree with.....
All the gifts you can never give.

© 2001 - Christine Ross ~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Revised ©2010 ~ in memory of Dylan Ross 1973 - 2010

: Dylan
Ross
years: 36
: Matthew
Ross
36 minutes

EARLY SPRING

I feel you in the morning breeze
As it skims across my face.
I see you in the sunrise
As it brightens up this place.

I hear you in the thunder
Before the sky begins to drip.
I taste you in the raindrops
That trickle down across my lips.

I smell you in the fragrance
Of every flower that's in bloom.
But these things I just imagine
From the corners of my room.

It's winter here in my room.
There's a chill down to my bones.
It's dark, and cold, and dreary
And I feel so all alone.

The cold is a reminder
Of this frigid, frozen fear
That casts those icy shadows
Of death, and grief, and tears.

I'm hoping for the sunshine,
Fragrant breezes, thunder, rain.
But most of all I'm hoping for...
a very early spring.

© 2008 - Christine Ross
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Published
APRIL 2010, Volume 25 No. 4
LIVING WITH LOSS magazine
Bereavement Publications, Inc.

DYLAN'S CAMP

DYLAN'S CAMP MEMORIAL WALL

: Dylan
Ross
years: 36
: Matthew
Ross
36 minutes

INSIDE OF MINE
Since you've been gone my heart is blue.
But death cannot keep me from you.
For you live on My Valentine.
Your heart still beats inside of mine.

©2007 - Christine Ross
in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Published in
LIVING WITH LOSS MAGAZINE
Spring 2010, Volume 25 No. 2
Bereavement Publications, Inc.

: Matthew
Ross
36 minutes
: Dylan
Ross
years: 36

THE PLACE YOU WENT

When the morning sun gets in my eyes
I can almost see your hidden face.
When the evening winds blow fiercely
I feel the strength of your embrace.

When an autumn breeze becomes a whisper
I can almost hear you quietly speak.
When the cold wind blows on a winter lake
I feel your touch upon my cheek.

When the starlight casts a shadow
I can almost see your spirit drift.
When the rain in summer trickles down
I taste your kiss upon my lips.

When the flowers in the springtime bloom
I can almost smell your faded scent.
But... where the rainbow touches the sky
My heart knows the place you went.

© 2008 - Christine Ross ~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Revised ©2011 ~ in memory of Dylan Ross 1973 - 2010

: Matthew
Ross
36 minutes
: Dylan
Ross
years: 36

TODAY I SPENT THE DAY WITH HIM

Today I spent the day with him,
Dressed up in our Sunday best,
Prayed there in the chapel
And knew that we were blessed.

Soaked up the morning sunlight,
Looked for bunny rabbit tracks,
Decorated Easter eggs
And hid them quietly in the back.

Ran through fields of flowers,
Had a picnic on the ground,
Searched for four leaf clovers
And yelled when they were found.

Walked hand in hand in nature,
Talked for hours 'neath the tree.
Today I spent the day with him,
Through all our memories.

© 2006 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
& Dylan Ross 1973 - 2010

: Matthew
Ross
36 minutes
: Dylan
Ross
years: 36

PAIN IS THE PRICE

A young girl labored to give birth
Not so long ago, one day.
To bring her son into this world.....
Pain was the price she had to pay.

When she gazed upon tiny his face
All pain vanished from within.
Her pain no longer lingered.
She was with her little man.

He grew so fast; the years went by
Then off to school he flew.
Her pain came back, a different kind,
Caused from a heart that's blue.

As time went on his mother found
That this pain too will pass.
Just by the glow upon his face
As he told of his day in class.

Then, one day, school was over
And her little man was grown.
Her pain returned the day he left
To set out on his own.

He worked so hard and did the things
That made his mother smile.
Her pain had vanished once again
She was happy for awhile.

Then one unexpected summer day
God took him from her hands.
Her pain came back, an unknown pain,
That she could not understand.

She knows her son is waiting
They'll walk hand in hand someday.
But, until the day they reunite.....
Pain is the price she has to pay.

© 2002 - Christine Ross ~ revised 2011 in memory of Dylan Ross

In memory of Matthew Ross
June 7, 1972 ~ 36 minutes old

BABY BOY

Baby boy come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby boy touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.

Fly from where the angels dwell,
And fly into my dreams.
Take me back to yesterday,
Before the morning gleams.

Let me rock you in my arms,
And sing to you a lullaby.
Let me hold you baby boy,
Before you say goodbye.

Baby boy come to me,
Come to me upon the wind.
Baby boy touch my heart,
Touch my heart and soul again.

© 2005 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Matthew Ross June 7, 1972

: Matthew
Ross
36 minutes
: Dylan
Ross
years: 36

SILHOUETTES OF FATHERHOOD

The silhouettes of fatherhood
From another time and place,
Grief has cast it's shadow
On his cheerful father face.

The contour of his happiness
Created sometime long ago,
Darkened by his agony
And the truth he's come to know.

The profile of his peacefulness
Embraced in days gone bye,
Shaded by his loneliness
And the many tears he's cried.

The shape of all good things to come
Yearned for in future days,
Blackened by reality
Of death that's come his way.

The form of his existence
In the life he thought he'd live,
Clouded by his pleading
That his life he'd gladly give.

The figure of fulfillment
From yesterdays desires,
Obscured by constant mourning
And all that it requires.

The likeness of tomorrow
Won't bring the things it should.
Soon he'll find the light within
The Silhouettes of fatherhood.

© 2007 - Christine Ross

Published in
LIVING WITH LOSS MAGAZINE
Summer 2009, Volume 24 No. 2
Bereavement Publications, Inc.

: Matthew Ross
36 minutes
: Dylan Ross
years: 36

JUST LIKE FIREWORKS IN THE SKY

My mind is lit with memories
Just like fireworks in the sky,
Illuminating days of old
With explosions of goodbye.

The glimmer of your smiling face
Irradiates my consciousness,
While flashes deep within my brain
Ignite thoughts of happiness.

The luster of the distant past
Set my thoughts of you ablaze,
Reminiscing in the afterglow
Of burning pain I can't erase.

The beacon of your spirit
As it shines throughout the night,
Reminds me that the sunrise
Is just barely out of sight.

So I look up to the glowing flame
And see your brightness didn't die,
You light a spark in all of us
Just like fireworks in the sky.

© 2007 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Dylan and Luke

"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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Awakening Swamp