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music playing: Rainbow Sky

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


Somewhere over the rainbow
Way up high,
There's a land that I heard of
Once in a lullaby.
Somewhere over the rainbow
Skies are blue,
And the dreams that you dare to dream
Really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far
Behind me.
Where troubles melt like lemon drops
Away above the chimney tops
That's where you'll find me.

Somewhere over the rainbow
Bluebirds fly.
Birds fly over the rainbow.
Why then, oh why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly
Beyond the rainbow
Why, oh why can't I?


We're searching for our clovers,
The ones we just can't seem to find.
We know they're in the clover patch.
They went there way before their time.

Most clovers in the clover patch
Have only three green leaves.
Each representing faith, hope, love
Of a life that was complete.

But we're looking for our clovers,
The one's with leaves of four,
Another leaf that represents
A young spirit that has soared.

If only we could find them
And gather in our special clover.
We'd hold them close against us
And know their life's not really over.

As we search the tears begin to flow
And drop like rain upon the patch.
The four leaf clovers grow so tall
We know there's nothing that they lack.

We feel so very lucky
To have found them with our tears.
We finally have them back again
And there's nothing left to fear.

So we reach into the clover patch
For the one we recognize.
Just as we grasp it's stem to pick
That's when we start to realize.

Their color is so bright and green.
That added leaf makes them so bold.
They stand out amongst the others
Because they have a special soul.

The extra leaf is theirs alone.
They earned it when they died.
No one can take it from them.
They'll be forever recognized.

Then we look into the clover patch
At all they're surrounded by.
Faith and hope and love are there.
We couldn't pluck them if we tried.

Someday we'll all be clovers
And our leaves will be of three
In the patch with four leaf clovers
Lucky throughout eternity.

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


There's a tear in your eye,
And I'm wondering why,
For it never should be there at all.
With such pow'r in your smile,
Sure a stone you'd beguile,
So there's never a teardrop should fall.
When your sweet lilting laughter's
Like some fairy song,
And your eyes twinkle bright as can be;
You should laugh all the while
And all other times smile,
And now, smile a smile for me.

When Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, 'tis like the morn in Spring.
In the lilt of Irish laughter
You can hear the angels sing.
When Irish hearts are happy,
All the world seems bright and gay.
And when Irish eyes are smiling,
Sure, they steal your heart away.

For your smile is a part
Of the love in your heart,
And it makes even sunshine more bright.
Like the linnet's sweet song,
Crooning all the day long,
Comes your laughter and light.
For the springtime of life
Is the sweetest of all
There is ne'er a real care or regret;
And while springtime is ours
Throughout all of youth's hours,
Let us smile each chance we get.

OH DANNY BOY Memory of Daniel Scott Forrester

Oh Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side
The summer's gone, and all the flowers are dying
'Tis you, 'tis you must go and I must bide.
But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love you so.

And if you come, when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an "Ave" there for me.

And I shall hear, tho' soft you tread above me
And all my dreams will warm and sweeter be
If you'll not fail to tell me that you love me
I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.

I'll simply sleep in peace until you come to me.


Over in Killarney
Many years ago,
Me Mither sang a song to me
In tones so sweet and low.
Just a simple little ditty,
In her good old Irish way,
And l'd give the world if she could sing
That song to me this day.

"Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, hush now, don't you cry!
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, Too-ra-loo-ra-li,
Too-ra-loo-ra-loo-ral, that's an Irish lullaby."

Oft in dreams I wander
To that cot again,
I feel her arms a-huggin' me
As when she held me then.
And I hear her voice a -hummin'
To me as in days of yore,
When she used to rock me fast asleep
Outside the cabin door.


For thyme it is a precious thing
And thyme brings all things to my mind
Thyme with all its flavours, along with all its joys
Thyme, brings all things to my mind


Rusty green summer's almost gone,
I see winds clouding up the sun
And I can't find my way,
everything's grey
Rusty green eyes on my mind,
memories someplace out of time
All the things we would do,
I still love you
It's a sad song to sing,
painted rusty green
A brief fading picture of spring


May the light of heaven shine on your grave.

Walk on a rainbow trail; walk on a trail of song,
and all about you will be beauty.
There is a way out of every dark mist,
over a rainbow trail.

~Robert Motherwell

Be thou the rainbow in the storms of life.
The evening beam that smiles the clouds away,
and tints tomorrow with prophetic ray.

~ Lord Byron

“The true harvest of my life is intangible -
a little star dust caught,
a portion of the rainbow I have clutched”

~ Henry David Thoreau

My heart leaps up when I behold A rainbow in the sky:
So was it when my life began; So is it now I am a man;
So be it when I shall grow old, Or let me die!
The Child is father of the Man;
And I could wish my days to be Bound each to each by natural piety.



No matter how old Luke became, he was always, always my baby. As he grew, the memories of him as a baby, or as a little boy were just as vivid as the memories we made when he became a man of 21.  When he was a baby I rocked him to sleep while singing him a lullaby and when he became a man we talked for hours as he shared his deepest thoughts.  That baby boy of mine and that grown man of mine were one and the same.

When Luke died, it left me cold and confused. The uncertainty of it all was almost too much to bear.  I was determined that I would keep our connection, even through death. I would not allow death to hide my son from me.

It was a quite morning in March, during the first year of my grieving. The atmosphere was amazingly clear and there was not even a wisp of a cloud in the sky. It was cool and crisp outside and there was a blanket of snow covering the ground. I stood alone in the snow, in a clearing in the woods, holding on to the string of a kite as it soared above me. I tried to guide that kite all the way to Heaven, but the string just wasn't long enough. I had an idea! I gathered up my kite and headed home.  

That afternoon I returned to that clearing, all alone and held an orange helium filled balloon up towards the sky. I released it as I shouted to my son "I LOVE YOU LUKE".  I watched as it gracefully drifted over the tops of the majestic pine trees and the barren aspen trees, then up to the clear blue sky soaring above the mountaintops. The world was silent as that little orange balloon journeyed on its way. As it floated up and up and up I stretched out on my back in the snow to get a better view of the little orange balloon..... that expression of my love for my son. It got smaller and smaller and smaller.

As I lie there, I thought about how my eyes were focused on this tiny dot in the clear blue sky, and knew that I would be able to see it for a long time if I could just stay focused on the dot. I knew if I shifted my eyes for just a millisecond I would lose sight of the tiny dot. I was diligently focused on it and was amazed that after so much time had passed that I could still see that little dot against the deep blue March sky. All I had to do was to stay focused!!!!... but I knew that there would come a time, when no matter how focused I was, I would not be able to see the little orange balloon anymore.

Soon I had lost sight of the little orange balloon, but at the very moment that it left my sight I felt a comforting warmth because I knew that even though I could not see it anymore, it was still there.... Just as Luke is still here.

I thought to myself, if I stay focused on Luke. I will be able to see him in new ways. But I also know that there will be times when no matter how hard I try I will not be able to see him, but I will know that he is there.

It was then that I realized that my sight is only a very small part of what can deliver Luke to me. When I lose sight of him, I can always reach him through my other senses. Just the scent of roses can bring his smile close to me. The sound of his favorite song has me singing along with him. The taste of a cold glass of chocolate milk makes his glowing face appear in my mind. And when all else fails, I can always feel his touch in the wind.

I realized early on that I just needed to stop running to Luke, to stop trying to find him, to stop trying to catch him in the wind. In every season he found me. He was in the leaves, and the rain, and the snow, and especially the wind.  The wind was an invisible messenger.

I have dreams of him where he comes to me from Heaven and we get to do everything we did on earth all over again and we even make some new memories. He is in my heart and in my mind and in my soul. I  walk with him, and hold him, and share life with him at ANY age of his that he chooses to come to me.

In those times of fear, and pain, and confusion, and sadness he is here to help me forget those things and to remember only his smile and his touch and the eternity in his eyes.  All those things that seem impossible, can be found in my dreams, in my senses, and in many other unexpected places.

When I finally stopped searching for him....I felt him all around me.   He had been there all along.   The winds of time had brought him back to me..... forever.

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


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 Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


  In the chilly hours and minutes,
Of uncertainty, I want to be,
In the warm hold of your loving mind.

To feel you all around me,
And to take your hand, along the sand,
Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind.

When sundown pales the sky,
I wanna hide a while, behind your smile,
And everywhere I'd look, your eyes I'd find.

For me to love you now,
Would be the sweetest thing, 'twould make me sing,
Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind.

When rain has hung the leaves with tears,
I want you near, to kill my fears
To help me to leave all my blues behind.

For standin' in your heart,
Is where I want to be, and I long to be,
Ah, but I may as well, try and catch the wind.
~ Words & music by Donovan


The wind blows through the cabin
Where the logs used to meet.
The tattered curtains flutter
Where a mother used to weep

Morning sunlight trickles through
Shining on the empty floor
Revealing dust of yesterday
From a life that is no more.

The old barn is barely standing.
The door flapping in the breeze.
An old tire swing is swaying
From a big old lonely tree.

A small grave in the distance
Enclosed with rusty iron
Bears the name of her lost child
That time has long forgotten

The wind begins to blow again
As I turn to leave this place
I hear the echo of her cry.....
Or is it mine that has escaped.

© 2016 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


My husband Robin and I were in a small town about 60 miles from our home going to yard sales when I received an email on my phone. It was an email delivering the sad news that a friend of mine had died early that morning. Her and I had been online friends for many, many years. Her son died in 2002 at the age of 21 and my son Luke had died in 2001 at the age of 21. Because of that fact we connected immediately online.

Robin and I were in the car when the email came in and I read it to Robin. He said..."She is with her son now." And there for a little while, I lost my faith. I replied...."I hope so." Robin said..."No, she is!" I said... "In my heart I know it is true, but in my mind I sometimes question." Then Robin said..."Christine, you KNOW we have gotten many signs from Luke that tell us he is okay." I said... "I know, but I just hope it is really true." Robin said..."It is and you know it!" I just shook my head in doubt and confusion as tears rolled down my face. Then I started singing the song by Train, Calling All Angels. "I need a sign to let me know you're here, all of these lines are being crossed over the atmosphere". I was still crying and having trouble getting the words out because my voice was cracking, and all the while our three dogs were howling along.

We arrived at the very next yard sale and Robin dropped me off while he turned the car around and parked it. I started walking down the driveway of a house. There to the right of me in the grass was the cutest little 3-year-old boy. He had on a bright orange shirt, which is Luke's favorite color (he was born on Halloween). I also noticed the little boy's dark brown hair trimmed in a bowl cut just like Luke's was when he was a little boy. This little fellow was rolling a toy shopping cart around and having so much fun with his new-found treasure. He looked towards me and started strolling his cart in my direction. He ran over my foot with his little plastic shopping cart marked 50 cents. I looked down at him and he had this huge smile on his face. I thought to myself how much he reminded me of Luke at that age. I also felt that this was my sign from Luke, just to show me that I should never doubt. The little boy was still standing there with his cart on my foot so I said..."And what is your name?" He looked up with that huge smile again and said in a sweet little voice..."Luke." I said... "What did you say?" and he said more excitedly this time... "Luke". I said..."Your name is Luke?" and he shook his head yes and just strolled away towards his dad. So for clear verification I asked his dad..."Is your little boy's name Luke?" The dad said "Yes this is Luke." Then the dad and his little boy started walking towards their car. By this time Robin had parked our car and was walking up to the sale. I said...."Look at that little boy over there in the orange shirt getting in that car. His name is Luke." Robin said... "Oh my God!" Then Robin said... "You see, you have no reason to doubt." I said... "Yes, you are right, that was definitely a sign from Heaven.

I will miss my friend, but as much as I miss her, and as much as it saddens me that she is no longer here, I am so happy for her that she is sharing eternity with her son. I keep playing the scene over and over in my mind of how wonderful it must have been when they saw each other from a distance and ran to each other's arms. Then her son reaching for her 'young again' hand and both of them walking towards the light.

I have regained my faith in life and my faith in death. I know that somehow, someway, somewhere our children are reaching out and letting us know they are all okay. And somehow, someway, somewhere we have to keep their memories alive by sharing moments from their lives on earth as well as moments from their lives in Heaven.... that let us know they are here.

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


A few minutes after his birth.....
I could hear his announcing scream.
I couldn't believe he was finally here,
The realization of my dream.

A few hours after his birth.....
I held him so close to my chest.
Somehow that little boy let me see,
A special love that never left.

A few days after his birth.....
I held his tiny little hand.
I told him there would be lots of things
That I would help him to understand.

A few weeks after his birth.....
He had that sparkle in his eyes,
And when he showed me that little smile,
I thought that I would surely die.

A few months after his birth.....
He was just beginning to learn.
He didn't like me to go away,
And he cried until I returned.

A few years after his birth......
I still couldn't believe he was mine.
We talked and laughed and went for walks.
We had so many special times..

A few after.....

A few minutes after his death.....
I didn't know I needed to scream.
I thought that he was still safe and here...
I didn't know the truth of my dream.

A few hours after his death.....
I felt a strangeness within my chest.
Something was wrong that I couldn't see.
God! I didn't know that he had left.

A few days after his death.....
I held his cold and lifeless hand.
There were so very many things
That I could not fully understand.

A few weeks after his death.....
That sparkle stolen from my eyes,
No longer to see his beautiful smile.
I never, ever thought that he would die.

A few months after his death.....
There was so much I needed to learn.
I was confused when he went away,
And I still waited for his return.

A few years after his death.....
I still wish that he could be mine,
To talk and laugh and go for walks.
I miss those special moments in time.

A few after.....

A few minutes after MY death......
Once again I will hear him scream,
"Hey Mom, it's me, I'm over here,
And Mom, this time it's not a dream"

A few hours after MY death.......
I'll hold him close again to my chest.
He'll look at me and say... "Now see?",
It doesn't seem so long since I left."

A few days after MY death.....
He will gently take me by the hand,
And show me all the glorious things,
And help me to understand.

A few weeks after MY death.....
I'll see that sparkle in his eyes.
Once again he'll warm me with his smile,
And say... "You see, Mom, I didn't die".

A few months after MY death.......
Together we'll have so much to learn.
We'll never have to go away,
Or long for each other's return.

A few years after MY death.....
Once again he will finally be mine.
We'll talk and laugh and go for long walks,
Because, we'll have nothing...... but time.

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


March is here..... the third month into the year. This is the month that brings us springtime, rebirth, and hope. There are signs of springtime everywhere with the once barren trees beginning to bud, and the once buried flowers beginning to bloom, and the discrete little animals peeping out of their winter hideouts, all within the presence of a mystical rainbow. The springtime air carries the promise of new birth and the reborn landscape is adorned with color. This is such a contrast from the faded, seemingly dying winter. But as those barren trees begin to bud, and the cold ground warms and produces flowers we realize that winter did not die at all. Winter only appeared to be lifeless, when underneath it all, springtime was waiting to be reborn.

My son, Luke, died many years ago, on April 3rd, 2001. I used to think of springtime as that awful season that took my son from me. But as the years have passed I realize that he too was reborn in springtime and he is now in that place of forever springtime... that place he now calls home.

 For me, springtime represents the beginning of life, summer the prime of life, fall the latter years of life, and winter the end of life. But springtime is that magical season that cannot only represent the beginning of life on earth, but can also represent a life that has left this earth being reborn on the other side. This is the hope of springtime, with its promise of rainbows, flowers, and warmth.

It took me many years to realize the hope of springtime. I honestly never thought that I would be alive today. How can a body go through so much pain and sorrow and still survive? But I did survive. I guess my only explanation for survival is the knowing that there is 'something' in the promise of springtime, 'something' on the other side, 'something' above the stars, 'something' beyond the sunset, and 'something' at the end of the rainbow.   You have probably  heard the legend about that pot of gold that is waiting at the end of the rainbow. The pot of gold that I long for at the end of that rainbow is my son, and I am anxiously waiting to find him at the end of this life, when my winter finally arrives. Maybe you and many others that live in this world of grief have that same wish and that same hope.... that hope for something magical to happen and that hope for that wish upon a star to come true.

  Oh if I could only get to the end of that rainbow now, if only for a moment or two. I can't, not yet.... not until my winter arrives. But I know for sure that the end of the rainbow can come to me. Sometimes I can see his face, Luke's face, there in the midst of things, and I can hear his voice at the quietest times. At night I feel his spirit near, and at other times, unexpectedly, I feel his touch. There are many things out in this world that remind me of him, things that bring him to me in the most tantalizing and unsuspecting ways. Just the scent of something.... and there he is, or just the whisper in the wind will make him appear in the corners of my mind. That is how the rainbow comes to me and brings my Luke back to me, over and over and over. Even though he died, and even though I want him back physically, I am so very thankful for the gifts of him that I receive from the sunlight, the starlight, a soft breeze, a fierce wind, a gentle snowflake, a summer rain, a flower in bloom, and a spectacular rainbow.

I can't go where he is, and I can't see where he is, but I am sure of one thing... I know exactly where he is and someday, beyond that rainbow, beyond the sunset, beyond this life... my heart will jump with joy as I see him waiting for me in the distance, in a field of grass covered with flowers that are touched by the magic of a beautiful rainbow. I will no longer be prevented from going where he is because I will be there, at last! No longer will I need the gifts from the sunlight and the wind and the seasons, for I will have what I have longed for all these years. Someday, the path will be found to that heavenly place that seems so mysterious from here on earth. But for now, I will wait and I will hope and I will listen and I will feel all the things that I am supposed to, as I make my connection to the other side.... because I know the place he went, and I will get there by and by, in due time. No matter how long it takes, I will always recognize those things that bring him to me, until I finally get to him.

So, wish upon a star, dream upon a rainbow, wonder what's beyond the sunset, but most of all be aware of all the wonders that surround you in all the seasons of your life and beyond. In those wonders you can find that someone special... your very own  pot of gold.

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



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 snow falls from a winter sky
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



as performed by Sarah McLachlan

Why are there so many songs about rainbows
and what's on the other side?
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions,
and rainbows have nothing to hide.
So we've been told and some choose to believe it.
I know they're wrong, wait and see.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

Who said that every wish would be heard
and answered when wished on the morning star?
Somebody thought of that and someone believed it.
Look what it's done so far.
What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing
and what do we think we might see?
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.

All of us under its spell. We know that it's probably magic.
Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
I've heard them calling my name.
Is this the sweet sound that called the young sailors.
The voice might be one and the same.
I've heard it too many times to ignore it.
It's something that I'm supposed to be.
Someday we'll find it, the rainbow connection.
The lovers, the dreamers and me.


(no more names can be added)







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


Music playing:
Rainbow Sky