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music playing: BEAUTIFUL TIMES

Lucas Christopher Ross "Luke"
October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001
Acute Bronchopneumonia


.....from the movie Titanic

Every night in my dreams
I see you, I feel you,
That is how I know you go on

Far across the distance
And spaces between us
You have come to show you go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

Love can touch us one time
And last for a lifetime
And never let go till we're gone

Love was when I loved you
One true time I hold to
In my life we'll always go on

Near, far, wherever you are
I believe that the heart does go on
Once more you open the door
And you're here in my heart
And my heart will go on and on

You're here, there's nothing I fear,
And I know that my heart will go on
We'll stay forever this way
You are safe in my heart
And my heart will go on and on


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

Published in
Spring 2010, Volume 25 No. 2
Bereavement Publications, Inc.

Some people come into our lives,
leave footprints on our hearts,
and we are never, ever the same.
~ unknown


Those funny little Valentines
You made when you were small.

Those heartfelt little Valentines
You gave when you got tall.

Those romantic little Valentines
Sent to a special girl.

Those "I Love You" little Valentines
That will always mean the world.

Those Heavenly little Valentines
I'm hoping you will send.

Those far away little Valentines
I wait for once again.

2003 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

When two hearts love under the same silver moon,
and wish on the same brilliant star,
the angels are always listening.
~ unknown

The heart of grief, its most difficult challenge,
is not "letting go" of those who have died
but instead making the transition from loving in presence
to loving in separation.

TEARS OF A ROSE by Helen Steiner Rice

Ever that which is beautiful
can sometimes bring pain,
so to love from the heart
is to invite the rain.
But to reach for the rose,
you must not fear the thorn,
so to love from the soul
is to embrace the storm

Everyone keeps asking me what's wrong...
if it makes's just that my heart hurts.
~ Thomas Fuller, M.D.

Two souls with a single thought,
Two hearts that beat as one.
--Friedrich Halm Ingomar

Memories can take us on a heartfelt journey
that refreshes our spirit
and renews our sense of direction.
~ unknown

And when we have remembered everything,
we grow afraid of what we may forget.
A face, a voice, a smile?
No need to fear forgetting,
because The heart remembers always.



Way down deep within my womb
Waiting patiently to be mine.
You emerge and touch me gently.
Our two hearts are now entwined.
...I'm with you Valentine!

You speak to me your first words
And soon you begin to climb.
You take those first little steps
And my heart beats out of time.
...I love you Valentine!

I watch you walk away to school
So many thoughts go through my mind.
Milestones and sweet memories,
The best my heart will ever find.
...I need you Valentine!

Graduation, jobs, and sweethearts...
Broken love is such a crime.
Soon you're grown and move away.
My heart knows that you'll do fine.
...I'll miss you Valentine!

Unaware we say goodbye.
Sometimes parting is so blind.
Your final breath is taken.
Now my heart is undefined.
...Don't leave me Valentine!

Your spirit stays here with me.
I search daily for your signs.
In my dreams you reappear
To a heart that's redesigned.
...I feel you Valentine!

Alone I wait impatiently
Until this life fulfills it's time.
Reaching for you in the light
My heart leaves this life behind.
...I see you Valentine!

No more pain or heartache.
Forever you'll be mine.
Finally we're together again
Our two hearts again entwined.
...I'm with you Valentine!

2003 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Believe in the music of the heart.

~ unknown

The best and most beautiful things in the world
cannot be seen or even touched--
they must be felt with the heart.
- Helen Keller

Now is a time when our hearts feel close to heaven.
~ unknown

It is only with the heart that one can see rightly.
What is essential is invisible to the eye.
Antoine de Saint-Exupery

Each time we embrace a memory,
we meet again with those we love
.....for the heart never forgets.
~ unknown


I lost the key that opens my heart.
I search for it every day.
It disappeared the day he died
When I tucked all my joy away.

Locked-up within the ventricles
Is all of my happiness.
Sealed within the chambers
Are the wonderful things I miss.

Confined beneath the flow of blood
Are my memories from the past.
Murmuring muffled happy sounds
Of a life I thought would last.

The echo of my heartbeat
Resonates laughter that is trapped
Deep down underneath the pain
Pumping passed what has been kept.

I feel a pounding in my chest
As if it's going to burst
Exposing pleasant cheerful thoughts
Captivated by this curse.

But grief has clogged my arteries
Trapping smiles behind the valves.
The key could mend this wounded heart
Releasing what the lock won't allow.

I'm still searching for that key
And will until the day I die.
I know it probably won't be found.
I think I know the reason why.

Someday my heart will cease to beat
As he reaches down to welcome me.
I will take his outstretched hand
That holds... that long lost key.

2007 - Christine Ross

There is always music amongst the trees in the garden,
but our hearts must be very quiet to hear it.
- Minnie Aumonier

When the heart weeps for what it has lost,
the soul laughs for what it has found.
~ Sufi aphorism

Distance has no meaning,
the heart always finds it's way home.
~ unknown

Time is made up of captured moments.
The things we share and the moments we spend together
will become gifts that my heart won't ever forget.
~ unknown


February has arrived with talk of love and sweethearts and Valentines. My special Valentine died on April 3, 2001 at the age of 21 from Acute Bronchopneumonia. Many of us have that special someone that we will always hold in our hearts; our child that has crossed over to the other side. We often wonder how did this happen? How could they have possibly died? We held their hands, we held them in our arms, we tried to protect them. But we know that these children that we now hold in our hearts are very special souls. When they were here on earth, no matter their size or age, they proved to be strong. We had that special bond with them that cannot be broken by time or death.

We were always the ones that told them "It will be alright". But now, we cry inwardly and outwardly because of the awful pain that comes with missing them. Roles have changed and we are the ones that need comfort and encouragement from our heavenly children. If we listen really close we can hear them whisper to us from the other side..."I see your tears and I will protect you. I will keep you safe and warm. I know you feel so small in your world of grief, but know that I will be there when you feel alone. Feel my arms around you. You'll be in my heart... always."

Our children that have died talk to us in their own special ways, but many people don't understand that. They don't understand how we feel because others have not had to experience what we have had to experience. The world just doesn't trust anything that the world cannot explain. We are not really much different from the rest of the world. There was a time when we did not have this awful pain and a time when we did not understand the pain of those that had experienced the loss of a child. We were so unaware of all of this. It is amazing how one unimaginable event can transform us from a place of not knowing to a place a wisdom, although it is a wisdom we do not want. As days and years pass, others will join us in grief. At this very moment those others do not know that they are next in line for this unbelievable pain. They do not understand the depth of this pain. But when their day arrives we will greet them with open arms, and tell them we will be there for them. For not only do we understand, but unfortunately now... so do they.

We wish that we were still in that place of not understanding, but the reality is that we do understand, and we do know, and we do possess that unwanted wisdom. Our destiny has been laid before us, and although we don't like it or want it, it is ours and we must be strong and carry on in honor and in memory of our children. That special someone may not physically be with us, but the wisdom of their soul tells us daily to..."Hold on, in time we will be together again, and we will once again have our arms around each other".

This life that we have been left with is a difficult one, but we know that one day we will be with the one we miss so much. Together, us and our spiritual children, will show the world that life goes on even after death has come. Death may have taken our children from our arms, but it has not, and will not, and cannot take them from our hearts. They will live on, through us, for their hearts will continue to beat inside our own hearts.

Let us turn our hearts and souls, and turn our thoughts and eyes up towards Heaven and shout those words that we only know through the wisdom of a parent's grief.... "YOU'LL BE IN MY HEART ALWAYS"

2011 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


Come stop your crying.
It will be all right
Just take my hand
Hold it tight

I will protect you
all around you
I will be here
Don't you cry

For one so small,
you seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can't be broken
I will be here
Don't you cry

'Cause you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

You'll be in my heart
No matter what they say
You'll be here in my heart, always

Why can't they understand
the way we feel
They just don't trust
what they can't explain
I know we're different but,
deep inside us
We're not that different at all

And you'll be in my heart
Yes, you'll be in my heart
From this day on
Now and forever more

Don't listen to them
'Cause what do they know
We need each other,
to have, to hold
They'll see in time
I know

When destiny calls you
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you've got to hold on
They'll see in time
I know
We'll show them together

'Cause you'll be in my heart
(believe me)
you'll be in my heart
(I'll be there)
From this day on,
Now and forever more

Oh, you'll be in my heart
(you'll be here in my heart)
No matter what they say
(I'll be with you)
You'll be here in my heart,
(I'll be there)
I'll be with you
I'll be there for you always,
always and always,
just look over your shoulder
just look over your shoulder
just look over your shoulder
I'll be there always

~ AS PERFORMED BY: Phil Collins
~ WORDS AND MUSIC BY: Phil Collins


There are so very many little things that I loved about Luke as an adult. I always told him I loved him and he always told me he loved me, but there were so many everyday things that I loved about him that were left unspoken. Those unspoken words reveal the things that I miss most about Luke.

I decided that it was time to tell Luke all those little things that I loved about him. So I went to his garden and I sat on the bench in front of his stone and I cried as I spoke aloud to him all of those little 'unspoken words of love'.....


I love how you slurpped when you drank soda from a can.

I love how your big toe curled up on the end.

I love how you closed your eyes when you were eating something that you really liked.

I love how I had to tip-toe to kiss you on the cheek.

I love how your whiskers felt when you kissed me good morning.

I love how you moved back home unaware that you were spending your last 7 months on this earth with us before you died.

I love how you pursed your lips as you sipped from a straw.

I love how your fingertips felt because they were calloused from playing your guitar.

I love how polite you were to everyone, even when they didn't deserve it.

I love how you rattled when you walked because of the box of tic-tacks in your pants pocket.

I love how you saved the state quarters for me and would sell them to me for $1.00 each!

I love how your arms looked so strong when you carried something heavy.

I love how you yawned loud and stretched when you got up in the mornings.

I love how you looked leaving the house with your guitar strapped across your shoulder hanging upside down on your back.

I love how you had the courage to move to Telluride, Colorado with only what you could get in your car and nothing in your pockets but hope and excitement.

I love how you would tell me when you were sick or that you had a headache.

I love how you would call me from work, just to say "Hi".

I love how you would shyly ask for my help when you needed it.

I love how you loved dressing comfortable.

I love how you would make fun of my southern accent.

I love how when we went to eat at a steak house you would order fish instead and then say..."Mom, nobody can cook a steak as good as you."

I love how you would take up for me when someone did me wrong.

I love how much you loved little kids and animals.

I love how you always had a 'wisecrack' for everything.

I love how gentle your heart was.

I love how warm you were inside and out.

I love how you still got excited like a child when you opened gifts.

I love how you were not embarrassed to say..."I love you, Mom" in front of your friends.

I love how you valued my opinion.

I love how you told me your heartaches and your heartbreaks with reddened eyes full of tears.

I love how you would cry on my shoulder, but would have to stoop over to do so.

I love how you always had the most beautiful smile for everyone.

I love how you trusted me with your deepest thoughts.

I love how you would say...."Mom, could you bring me a glass of milk."

I love how you would jokingly say.... "Hey woman, bring me some milk."

I love how you were so proud to be 21.

I love how you liked going places with just me.

I love how you would say..."Mom, I quit smoking today" and then by evening you would go buy a pack of cigarettes.

I love how when I would apologize for fussing at you, you would say.... "I know you did it out of love."

I love how you always ended our phone conversations with "I love you Mom".

I love how you would ask me to cut your hair.

I love how you would look in the mirror at what you were wearing and then say.."Mom does this look okay?"

I love how you would whistle when you were happy.

I love how you would ask me to listen to a song you wrote as you played it on your guitar.

I love how you would make me laugh.

I love how you gave me one arm hugs.

I love how you gave me such wonderful memories.

I love how I finally know that you already knew all of these "unspoken words of love."

But must of all Luke..... I love how you loved me.

2014 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


For all those times you stood by me
For all the truth that you made me see
For all the joy you brought to my life
For all the wrong that you made right
For every dream you made come true
For all the love I found in you
I'll be forever thankful baby
You're the one who held me up
Never let me fall
You're the one who saw me through, through it all

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'cause you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me

You gave me wings and made me fly
You touched my hand I could touch the sky
I lost my faith, you gave it back to me
You said no star was out of reach
You stood by me and I stood tall
I had your love I had it all
I'm grateful for each day you gave me
Maybe I don't know that much
But I know this much is true
I was blessed because I was loved by you

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'cause you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me

You were always there for me
The tender wind that carried me
The light in the dark shining your love into my life
You've been my inspiration
Through the lies you were the truth
My world is a better place because of you

You were my strength when I was weak
You were my voice when I couldn't speak
You were my eyes when I couldn't see
You saw the best there was in me
Lifted me up when I couldn't reach
You gave me faith 'cause you believed
I'm everything I am
Because you loved me

I'm everything I am
Because you loved me

~ WORDS AND MUSIC BY: Diane Warren & David Foster


It was the year 1998 and Luke was 18 years old. He was living in a Phoenix apartment with his sister Emily. They were both in college. Emily was studying political science and Luke was studying music. Luke wanted a piano so bad. So he searched the ads and found an old early 1900's upright piano. (It looked just like one of those in an old west saloon.) Well, Luke bought the piano, but realized after he bought it that he needed to get it up the stairs to their second story apartment. So Luke called his guy friends and several of them came over and believe it or not they actually got that old piano up the stairs and into the apartment. (I am so glad that I wasn't there because I would have been so worried that someone would get hurt.) Luke found a perfect place for his piano in his bedroom. He positioned his piano so that when he played his back was to the door.

One day Robin (Luke's Dad) and I stopped by Emily and Luke's apartment for a visit. Emily opened the door and when she did we could hear piano music coming from Luke's bedroom. I motioned to Emily not to let Luke know we were there. I walked quietly to his bedroom door and there was Luke sitting at that old piano playing to his heart's content. I stood in the doorway for a while before entering and just watched him play while his hands gracefully embraced the keys, releasing the most beautiful sounds from his fingertips. I was always so amazed at Luke's musical talent. He could pick up any instrument and after tinkering with it for a little while he could play it.

College introduced Luke to classical piano music and he just loved to play it. His very favorite piece was Fur Elise. He played it with such grace and emotion. After Luke and his piano moved back home, I would lay on his bed in his room and just listen to him play. I would close my eyes and let his soothing music take me anywhere I wanted to go. While listening I would imagine myself perched at the top of a mountain looking into the sky as the musical notes drifted up to Heaven. When he played Fur Elise so many images came into view. Oh how I loved listening to him and oh how he loved playing.

Those magical, wonderful days ended a long time ago. At Luke's service this beautiful music filled the air that I found difficult to breathe. I'll never forget that heart wrenching pain as Fur Elise played while photos of Luke's entire life scrolled across the screen. Probably most of those in attendance had no idea the deep meaning this music had for all of us

There is nothing in this whole wide world that can bring me comfort like the sound of Fur Elise. Somehow it makes what is left of this earthly life bearable. When I hear Fur Elise I no longer imagine those musical notes drifting 'up' to Heaven. Now I feel those musical notes drifting 'down' from heaven, surrounding me with spirituality, dancing in my ears, and resting upon my heart.

Our house is so quiet now. There is no music floating throughout the rooms. But sometimes as I sit in silence I swear I hear him playing. Is it my imagination, or is it real, or does it even really matter? All I know is that for me it is as real as anything in this silent and lonely life. I need his music so much. I did not have his music here on this earth for long enough. I did not have him here on this earth for long enough.

Shhhhh listen, there it is again. Do you hear it? I will close my eyes now so that I can 'see' him perfectly clear, sitting there .......... AT HIS PIANO.

2015 Christine & Robin Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


Although the years have drifted by
It doesn't seem so long ago
When you were close enough to touch
As you sat at your piano.

The metronome was ticking
And your back was straight and strong
The ivories were floating
With the miracle of song.

Sweet melody engulfed the room
As your hands embraced the keys.
The echo of your music
Brought a beautiful release.

But now the keys are cold and still
The piano doesn't play
The melody that filled the house
Has somehow slipped away.

No more echo, no release.
Your hands lay still and cold
Without the ticking of your heart
The music has no soul.

Although I'm left with silence
There's something you should know.
Your music stayed within my heart
As you sat at your piano.

2015 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


When Luke died at the age of 21 from acute bronchopneumonia I was so distraught and I needed so desperately to understand why my son had to die. I wanted that knowledge and I wished so much for the wisdom that I was lacking. I felt that the answers were somewhere out there. I looked to the sky for answers. I looked to prayer for answers. I looked everywhere for answers, but the answers were not there. All I found were more questions.

It was about two weeks after Luke's death when his sister Emily (then 23 years old) woke up early one morning crying and calling "Mom, Mom". I ran into her room and she was all curled up in the covers and told me that she had just had a very vivid dream of Luke. She looked at me with tears streaming down her saddened face as she described her dream as being so real and she felt as if she was really with her brother. She said that they talked and walked and spent time together in her dream and that she asked him "Luke, where are you?" Luke responded with..."I'm in Exodus." She said to me "What does Luke mean by saying that he is in Exodus?" I told her that I didn't know and I held her and we both cried and cried. Our grief was so new, and so raw, and so very difficult. Oh how we all wanted Luke again and we needed to understand what he meant by saying he was in Exodus, but we had no explanation, we had no answers.

One day shortly after this I was out in the shed going through some old boxes stored away for many years. I saw a boxed marked LUKE, so I opened it and discovered bittersweet hidden treasures from Luke's childhood. My heart was breaking as I reached into that box and pulled out little things that Luke had made. There was a Christmas ornament made of popsicle sticks, and a leather bracelet that he had carved his name on from Boy Scouts, a little stuffed animal from when he was a baby, a little toy car, and his childhood Precious Moments pastel blue Bible. As I looked at each of these little items the memories that they sparked brought me to my knees. I just curled up on the dirty floor of that old shed and I cried for a very long time. I was sobbing from somewhere deep within and the pain was almost unbearable. Finally as the sobbing transformed into gentle tears I pulled myself from that dirty hard floor and I started digging in that old cardboard box again. There in that box among those little boy treasures, tucked away in the corner at the very bottom, was a little red wooden heart. I immediately recognized it but had not seen it for many, many years. I remembered that it was hand painted by one of Luke's Sunday School teachers when he was a little fellow of only nine and given to him as a Valentine. I gently picked it up and held it close to my very own broken heart. There written in black paint on this little red heart lying dormant for over a decade were the words: LUKE "Bringer of Light" Exodus 31:3. I gasped when I saw it. I said out loud "EXODUS, EXODUS, EXODUS.... Luke is in Exodus". I immediately thought of Emily's dream. The number of the verse and the chapter Exodus 31:3 were absolutely amazing because Luke was born on the 31st and he died on the 3rd. Oh my God, I just couldn't believe what I was seeing. So I reached for that pale blue Precious Moments Bible. I turned to Exodus 31:3. There sitting on the floor of that old shed, tears streaming down my face, holding in my hands a little blue Bible and a little red wooden heart, I read these words from that Bible: ".....And I have filled him with the spirit of God, in wisdom, and in understanding, and in knowledge.....". I knew then where Luke was! He was right there in that bible verse....he was in Exodus, just as he had told Emily. He let us know through that Bible verse that the spirit of God filled him with wisdom, with understanding, and with knowledge. This was an absolute revelation in my heart, my soul, and my mind. I had some answers, although they were not answers to the questions I had asked..... they were answers to questions that I didn't even know to ask.

Etched on Luke's gravestone is that Bible verse, Exodus 31:3. On this earth I will never understand WHY my son had to die. But some sweet day when my time comes I will walk through that Heavenly gate greeted by Luke, and will then be filled with the spirit of God in wisdom, understanding, and knowledge. All that I have been so desperately searching for will finally be mine. Until then I will find comfort in knowing that the answers await me..... somewhere out there.

2013 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


Somewhere up there in the sky,
Out in the still of night,
Reaching from the atmosphere,
Beyond the distant light.

Somewhere in my memories,
Down deep within my soul,
Captured in my every thought,
And in goodbyes left untold.

Somewhere very close to me,
But what seems so far away,
Right here in the present time,
Maybe lost in yesterday.

Somewhere in that other place,
Perhaps soon or long from now.
Again we'll be be together,
Somewhere... someway... somehow...

2013 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


Somewhere out there beneath the pale moonlight
Someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight
Somewhere out there someone's saying a prayer
That we'll find one another in that big somewhere out there

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

And even though I know how very far apart we are
It helps to think we might be wishing on the same bright star
And when the night wind starts to sing a lonesome lullaby
It helps to think we're sleeping underneath the same big sky

Somewhere out there if love can see us through
Then we'll be together somewhere out there
Out where dreams come true

~ Words & music by James Horner, Barry Mann, Cynthia Weil
~ Lyrics as performed byLinda Ronstadt and James Ingram from the movie An American Tail (1987)


The red rose is a beautiful flower that carries with it the meaning and symbol for "love". The color red itself evolved from an early primal symbol for life into a metaphor for deep emotion. As the tradition of exchanging roses and other flowers as gifts of affection came into prevalence, the red rose naturally became the flower of choice for sending the strongest message of love. This is a tradition that has endured to the present day. Red roses continue to be the most popular way to say: "I love you" to someone special.

My husband, Robin, gave me a bouquet of red roses when Luke was born. So, Luke knew all about red roses from the very beginning of his life.

Our home was adorned on the outside with several rose bushes. Many times when Luke was a toddler, he would tug on his daddy's pants leg, his daddy would bend over, and Luke would whisper something in his ear. Luke and his dad would head outside. I would stay in the house 'knowing' exactly what those two were up to. I would act so surprised when they came back inside. Luke in his daddy's arms, grinning from ear to ear, reaching out to me, very carefully holding a beautiful red rose that he and his daddy had just picked. I received so many red roses this way.

When Luke was just a little boy of about five years old he came home from school one sweet day and gave me a thoughtful little gift that he had made. It was a plastic butter dish filled with plaster, which held up some little artificial red roses. How proud he was to give this special handmade gift to 'his' mom!

A few years later my little boy gave me a necklace that had a red rose pendent on it. It wasn't real gold, but it made me glow when I wore it as if it were a fine piece of jewelry.

At twelve years old, Luke was elected to be a beau in the sweetheart court of his middle school. Oh my, how handsome he looked in his white tuxedo with a single red rose pinned to his lapel.

After Luke became a teenager, 'love' filled his heart once again and he expressed his love with red roses. Luke would be known to drive to where his girlfriend worked and find her car in the parking lot and leave a single long stem red rose under her windshield wiper blade. He did this with every girlfriend that he had through the years. When he would take a girl out to dinner at a restaurant he would place a single long stem red rose at her place at the table.

His high school girlfriend described when Luke asked her out for their first date: "I remember he was very insistent upon taking me to school that day, and I opened the door to see him standing there with a shy smile on his face and him unsuccessfully attempting to hide red roses behind his back. I will never forget the look on his face. I'm not even sure how to describe it, but it was beautiful."

Graduation came and it was prom night, and Luke still had plans for red roses. I remember so well how he had a bag of red rose petals in the refrigerator and then just before he left the house to pick his date up, he gently sprinkled the red rose petals all on the seat and floor of the passenger side of the car. He also left the house with a bouquet of a dozen red roses.

His heart continued to be filled with love for the rest of his life. The last entry in Luke's journal was: "When there is love in my heart and a smile on my face, I need nothing else".

When Luke died at the age of twenty-one, Luke's dad, sister and I each placed a singe red rose next to Luke's urn at his service. We wanted to remember him in the way that he so lovingly remembered others. As we sat there on the front pew of the chapel we began to realize that Luke's red roses not only had touched our lives, but had made a lasting impact on the lives of so many others. We watched as several of Luke's friends entered the chapel, walked silently to the front, and gently placed a single red rose next to his urn. Luke's red roses were not only placed under windshield wipers, or at dinner tables, or in the hands of someone special...... they were also placed upon many hearts that have been forever touched by the gift of red roses. Not only was Luke's heart filled with love, but he filled many other hearts with love. Luke's gifts of red roses had come 'full circle' and were graciously returned to him as he quietly left this earth and journeyed to the land where there is an ever abundance of love and smiles and red roses and.......... he needs nothing else.

2012 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


I remember a red, red rose
That I held within my clasp.
It was a long, long time ago
From a life that didn't last.

It's fragrance filled my senses,
Soft petals touched my face,
It was given to me with
A warm and strong embrace.

The fragrance and the petals,
Those arms that held me tight,
All things from that lifetime,
Have now faded out of sight.

But the love that surrounded me
Remained deep within my soul.
And it returns to me when...
I remember a red, red rose.

2012 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

The Rose

Some say love, it is a river
That drowns the tender reed
Some say love, it is a razor
That leaves your soul to bleed
Some say love, it is a hunger
An endless aching need
I say love, it is a flower
And you, its only seed

It's the heart, afraid of breaking
That never learns to dance
It's the dream, afraid of waking
That never takes the chance
It's the one who won't be taken
Who cannot seem to give
And the soul, afraid of dying
That never learns to live

When the night has been too lonely
And the road has been too long
And you think that love is only
for the lucky and the strong
Just remember in the winter
Far beneath the bitter snow
Lies the seed
That with the sun's love, in the spring
Becomes the rose

~ Words & music by Amanda McBroom


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


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