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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 CANDICE KEIM 19 years |
 ETHAN MICHAEL LYNN KILPATRICK 4 1/2 years |
 MATTHEW JOHN BROWN 21 years |
 GIANKARLO SQUICIMARI 31 years |
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KEAGEN RAY ALLEN 13 years |
JOHN MICHAEL SHARBROUGH 29 years |
AMANDA NICOLE CURCIO 17 years |
JEFFREY ROBERT HENDERSON TWOMEY 15 1/2 years |
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AMANDA "MANDY" NICOLE WALKER 22 years |
ROBERT (ROBBY) ROGERS III 19 years |
 ETHAN ALAN PECK stillborn |
CERRIDWYN "KERRY" MAIRE URSULA BRIGID ROSEANNE LUJAN 19 years |
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ROBERT "BOB" WILLIAMS 19 years |
ALLEN BORING JR. 32 years |
MELISSA EGGEN MANSFIELD 36 years |
ANDREW BRENT LASCHON 18 years |
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AMANDA CHRISTINE WARNOCK 13 years |
JEANINE TAMARA JOHNSON 23 years |
CRAWFORD ALAN CARNAHAN 18 years |
 PRESTON JACK DRUMMOND 21 months |
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BILLY SULLIVAN 19 years |
KENNETH ALLEN BEEVERS 18 years |
"ALLEN" PETER ALLEN ASENCIO, JR. 36 years |
TIMOTHY DAVID WATSON 27 years |
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JARROD CHRISMAN 23 years |
JAMIE-LEIGH BRITT 18 years |
MEGAN MARIE BAKER 21 years |
ORAN DANIEL JONES 19 years |
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KENNETH MACK HILLERY CREAMER 17 YEARS |
CRAWFORD ALAN CARNAHAN 18 YEARS |
AMANDA ROSE WAINSCOTT 20 YEARS |
"BOBBY" ROBERT DENNIS DIGAN 18 YEARS |
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MICHAEL LEE NEVILS 23 YEARS |
MELISSA EGGEN MANSFIELD 38 YEARS |
 ANNA Y. COLOM-SERRANO 12 YEARS |
MELISSA EGGEN MANSFIELD 36 YEARS |
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LAUREN NIEDERER 16 YEARS |
: Anthony Joseph Hoffman years: 18 |
: Matthew Robert Childs years: 32 |
: Geoffrey Philip James Edwards years: 18 |
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: Drew Bunn years: 23 |
: Suzanne Elizabeth Fudge 3 DAYS |
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
THOSE HANDS
.....by Christine Ross in memory of
Those little hands that clutched my finger,
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
Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
When you were just a baby boy,
Those gooey hands that touched my face,
And somehow gave me so much joy.
Those dirty hands that made their mark,
Upon the walls and upon my heart,
Those busy hands that worked with love,
To make that special greeting card.
Those talented hands that filled my ears,
With music that came from your soul,
Those excited hands that took control,
Of the wheel at sixteen years old.
Those gentle hands that comforted me,
When life was too much to bear,
Those strong hands that held me close,
When it seemed that no one else cared.
Those cold cold hands that I warmly touched,
When your body was absent of life,
Those spiritual hands that call to me,
As I dream of you all through the night.
I'll never forget those hands of yours,
The ones that made my life worth while,
I'll reach out to hold them again,
When I've finished that last weary mile.
© 2005 - Christine Ross
