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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 ARLYN MARIA BEAL 18 Years |
DEREK SEAN DYSON 19 years |
 "JOSH" JOSHUA PAUL COPE 21 years |
 JUSTIN PIERCE 12 years |
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LEE HENRY AGUILERA 25 years |
ANTHONY MICHAEL COLA 16 years |
 BRIAN MALUCELLI 33 years |
ZACHARY TYLER BROWN 11 years |
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JACOB DURAN 19 years |
NIKITA WILBER 19 years |
SEAN H. GRAY 19 years |
JOSH MCNULTY 20 YEARS |
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PAMELA SUE FOUNTAIN 21 YEARS |
WHITNEY CARDIN SHARP 17 YEARS |
ANTHONY MICHAEL COLA 16 YEARS |
BRANDON WILLIAM TOMS 17 YEARS |
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JAMIE LYNETTE LEWIS 22 YEARS |
CHAD ERIC DAY 30 YEARS |
LISA FERNANDEZ 17 YEARS |
JOSHUA RICHARD LEE VARGAS 29 YEARS |
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KEVIN MCGUINN 20 YEARS |
WILLIAM H. (BEAU) COX, II 18 YEARS |
(BUTCHIE) HARRY PAUL SALOME 21 YEARS |
KEITH ROBERT (KEBO) JOHNSON 14 YEARS 7 M 16 D |
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MICHAEL RAY GELWICKS 36 YEARS |
RICK GRUBBS 28 YEARS |
TOMMY M. CHILDRESS 18 YEARS |
TEDDY JENNINGS 29 YEARS |
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ANTHONY RYAN "TONY" MCLEMORE 31 YEARS |
ANGIE ANN CARTER 23 YEARS |
CHRISTOPHER PEREIDA 20 YEARS |
 "JOEY" JOSEPH ZACHARY TAYLOR 4 YEARS |
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 RYAN JAMES MCCARTHY 16 DAYS |
DARREN HUMPHREY 19 YEARS |
"KENNY" KENNETH J. LUTZ 24 YEARS |
CASSANDRA BAKER 23 YEARS |
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ROBERT JAMES DELOSH 24 YEARS |
RAUL A. MARIN II 29 YEARS |
: Dana Lynn Segovia years: 39 |
: Timmothy Allen Riggs years: 19 |
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: Mark Anthony McGee, Jr. years: 37 |
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
A POSTCARD FROM HEAVEN .....by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
I was waiting at the mailbox
THE SWIM ~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
The waves are washing over me.
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
As I've done for many years
Just in case you sent a postcard
From the place that has no tears.
Just as the postman pulled away
I reached in to get the mail.
I pulled out a lovely postcard
With a picture of an angel.
I slowly flipped it over
To see what was on the back.
It was postmarked from Heaven.
That's when I began to gasp.
I read the words written there...
"Hey there, I'm doing great."
"Wish you were here in Heaven."
"I'll be waiting at the gate."
I found my way back to the house
With this gift of mine to keep.
I held the postcard to my chest
Then I dozed of to sleep.
I dreamed of clouds and angel wings.
I dreamed of days gone by,
And how I long to hold you.
That's when I began to cry.
The tears awoke me from my sleep.
I felt the card within my clutch.
I held it to my chest once more
This proof of Heaven's touch.
I looked to read it once again,
To absorb all that it said.
My tears had faded all the ink.
The words no longer could be read.
I know this card was heaven sent
Although it never can be proved.
I guess that I'm the only one
Who will ever know the truth.
So I'll be waiting at the mailbox
As I've done for many years.
While you are waiting at the gate
In the place of no more tears.
© 2007 - Christine Ross
I'm drowning in this grief.
I look for shores to swim to
Or an island of relief.
I tread the murky water
Trying hard to stay afloat.
I'm pulled under by the current
Sinking to where there is no hope.
Submerged in total darkness,
Lying on the ocean's floor.
I contemplate my voyage
To that peaceful heavenly shore.
My chest is tightened by the surge.
In this seabed I can't breathe.
So I look toward the surface
To the place of my reprieve.
A light appears before me
With a hand for me to clasp.
Then I'm thrust above the surface
As I begin to cough and gasp.
I see the shore before me
So I swim towards the sand
But I gaze back at the water
Knowing that it understands.
Then I look to the horizon
At that other peaceful shore.
Someone is waiting for me
But motions not to drift that far.
The hand that rescued reaches high
And waves to me a fond goodbye.
Someday I'll see my angel
When I reach that ebbing tide.
So I turn towards that earthly shore
Drenched in the hope that I betrayed.
Stroke by stroke I reach the reef
And in the shallow sea I wade.
At last I find myself aground.
I lay there resting on the beach
As the waves engulf my being
Again I'm flooded by this grief.
So I build sandcastles to the sky
And I soak up lots of sun.
I splash around in memories
Of the days when life was fun.
The waters still entice me
And I know the current's strong.
I sometimes go out for a swim.....
But I don't stay out too long.
© 2007 - Christine Ross
