MEMORIAL DAY
....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Your child 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.
I know the deep wound it has left you.
You see, I have that open wound too.
Because....my child was taken from me
Just as your child was taken from you.
It doesn't matter how long it's been,
A year, a few years, or many more.
I share how it seems only yesterday
Your child was with you and safe as before.
The days gone by are lonely echoes
Of a much happier life and time.
I wish for you the comfort of memories
Held forever in your heart and mind.
Just know your child is reaching out
To announce that life is not through.
To tell you that the spirit never leaves
And is 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 child died.
© 2002 - Christine Ross
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 SKYLAR EDWARD AARVAG 10 months |
 CHRISTOPHER RONALD FALLER 7 years |
 SCOTT RUSSELL VOELKER 22 years |
 REA NICHOLE KESINGER 18 years |
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JOHN CHARLES GREGORY, JR. 26 years |
JOEY SCARPA 23 years |
BRANDON WESLEY SGAGGERO 29 years |
 JUSTIN OWEN DANIELS VERDIEL 5 years |
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CATHERINE LYNN SHARBROUGH POWELL 26 years |
MICHAEL JOSEPH BOWEN 16 years |
BRIAN PARKER 27 years |
TIMOTHY PARKER 25 years |
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 RAYMOND DOUGLAS KOTERBA 32 years |
WENDY NICOLE DICKENS 25 years |
JESSICA LOUISE WEST 17 years |
MACKENZIE NICOLE WEST 13 years |
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AARON C. KURTZ 31 years |
SHANE SHORT 22 years |
DAVID L. (DIII) RATCLIFFE III 26 years |
JEREMY ROBERT SHERRELL 24 years |
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6
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JONATHAN PATRICK FLYNN 27 YEARS |
STUART TODD 18 YEARS |
WAYNE LEE WALKER 34 YEARS |
 RUTH ANN EDWARDS 54 YEARS |
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SHELLY LYNN BEAM 32 YEARS |
RYAN DOMINIC DEANDREA 22 YEARS |
DANIEL S. FOSTER 24 YEARS |
THOMAS BECKETT HENSLEY III 21 YEARS |
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8
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JOEY SCARPA 23 YEARS |
JEREMY WAYNE ELDRIDGE 28 YEARS |
THOMAS BECKETT HENSLEY III 21 YEARS |
COREY L. WILLIAMS 18 YEARS |
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JEREMY WAYNE ELDRIDGE 28 YEARS |
Jeremy Earl Dinkens years: 17 |
: Virginia Dawn Creasey years: 17 |
: Brandon James Quinn-Gomez 11 MONTHS, 9DAYS |
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: Joshua Eugene Hedglin years: 18 |
: Ashley Russell Jessop years: 30 |
: Tatyana Loriann Cirksena 14 months |
: Keith Michael Shea years: 16 |
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: Alyssa Estevez years: 23 |
: Joseph G. Cutillo years: 25 |
: Robert Hampton Smith "Robbie" years: 16 |
: Mitchell James Warren years: 8 |
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: Buckley Aboukoura years: 19 |
: Shawn Preston Rego years: 15 |
: Brad Alan O'Martin years: 27 |
TODAY I CRIED
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Today, I cried
ONE LAST KISS ~ by Christine
Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Oh, there you are,
THE PLACE YOU WENT ~ by Christine
Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
When the morning sun gets in my eyes
click on each month to see our children's memorial butterflies
Because you died.
Today, I smiled
For just awhile.
Today, I laughed
And then I gasped.
Today, I cried
Because I laughed.
© 2003 - Christine Ross
So still, so cold.
No more breathing,
No growing old.
As I touch you,
Nothing is real.
Your skin is cold,
Your body still.
My eyes see you.
My heart wonders,
Beneath this shell,
Do you slumber?
I listen close,
No sound from you.
I whisper soft,
My voice eludes.
Air engulfs you,
Frigid and stale.
I breathe in deep,
Capture your smell.
Upon your lips,
I press my own.
The taste of death,
It lingers strong.
Lips cold and sealed.
Your life dismissed.
Tears warm your face,
With ONE LAST KISS.
©2003 - Christine Ross
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 mountains touch the sky
My heart knows the place you went.
© 2008 - Christine Ross
