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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 JOEY MARSHALL WHITEMAN 21 years |
"ANGIE" ANGELA RENEE KRESGE 21 years |
JUSTIN IAN WALKER GAMBRELL 20 years |
SHAWN PATRICK YAHNA 23 years |
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PAUL JOHN LAFAVER 27 years |
 KAITLYNN RENE FORET 7 months |
TODD BRANDON WEHUNT 27 years |
 SGT. PETER A. MAGINNIS NYPD 37 years |
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 MAYCIE "TIMMONS" SMITH silently born |
RALPH A. CAINES, JR. 30 years |
GERRY GRIFFITH PROVANCE 26 YEARS |
BRENT ANDREW RICHARDSON 3 MOS 15 DAYS |
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BRANDI LYNN MITCHELL-EDWARDS 29 YEARS |
KYLEE JAYNE COMBS SILENTLY BORN |
"JOSH" JOSHUA CARL ENVIL 26 YEARS |
DAVID EVERETT KISER 24 YEARS |
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 CHAD PHILIP PENDERGRASS 13 YEARS |
DUSTIN MARSHALL RAWLS 25 YEARS |
AARON SHOULDERS 18 YEARS |
ASHLEY NIAMH MCCAULEY 13 YEARS |
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JOSHUA LEE FRITZ 31 YEARS |
JIMMIE ATKINSON 28 YEARS |
VERONICA MARIE HARPER 16 1/2 YEARS |
DEBORAH SARAH POLLOCK 19 YEARS |
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ADAM JAMES JACKSON 33 YEARS |
VERNON EUGENE LIPSEY 18 YEARS |
ADAM JAROD DELONG 18 1/2 YEARS |
TERESA "TRISSIE" FETTER 37 YEARS |
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BRADLEY EARL MORGAN 38 YEARS |
MICHAEL ADAM MASSEY 27 YEARS |
 JOHN ROBERT SPRINGER 40 YEARS |
CHARLENE ROSS 18 YEARS |
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ALICIA ANN LAWLESS 18 YRS 4 D |
 MATTHEW A. POTTER 7 YEARS |
JEREMY DANIEL NIEVES 24 YEARS |
AMANDA TAYLOR SMITH 17 YEARS |
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CHRISTOPHER MICHAEL MORAVEK 23 YEARS |
: Nicole Christine Bohlmeier years: 17 |
: Christian Cade Lowery years: 11 |
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
THE TREE OF LIFE ~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
There is a tree that stands alone
THE TWO ASPENS
~ by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
Published in
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
With branches bending low,
Holding on to Autumn leaves.
Never wanting to let go.
The branches love the Autumn leaves
And embrace September's winds.
Laughing in the sunshine
Thinking this will never end.
Hold on you golden Autumn leaves
And orange and red and brown.
Please don't loose the branch's grip
And tumble to the ground.
But sometimes there's a sudden gust
And the branch is unaware
That the wind has blown so harsh
And sent their leaf into the air.
The branch thought it was holding tight
But the wind was much too strong
And took away the branch's grip
Making everything so wrong.
And sometimes it's a gentle breeze
That takes Autumn leaves away.
The branches watch them tumble down
And wonder why the leaves can't stay.
The barren tree stands all alone.
Empty twigs whisper "goodbye".
A wind lifts up the fallen leaves
And sends them floating through the sky.
The leaves gather above the clouds
Waiting for their special branch
To meet them at the "tree of life"
Where "forever" has a chance.
So listen when the wind blows,
As it howls through the trees.
You can hear the lonesome sound
Of a branch that lost it's leaves.
© 2007 - Christine Ross
Once there were two aspens
Standing tall against the sky,
Taking in the warmth of breezes
As their leaves just fluttered by.
Then from those two tall aspens
Two more little aspens grew
In a grove there in the forest
Touched by the morning dew.
They gathered in the sunshine,
Then they quenched upon the rain.
Four aspens playing in the wind
Sometime before the winter came.
In the springtime how they glistened,
Then had the warmth of summer winds.
Little did the four trees know
This would never come again.
Autumn gave them golden leaves
As they stood so proud and tall,
Then suddenly a cold wind blew
And their leaves began to fall.
The wind was blowing violently
With a howling lonesome sound.
Then with an eerie silence
One tree fell to the ground.
The youngest tree lay cold and still
As the sky released the rain.
Then drops of sorrow trickled down
From the three trees that remained.
Raindrops quietly turned to snow,
Just as the barren aspens feared.
Autumn, spring, and summer... gone
And a long, long winter here.
© 2008 - Christine Ross
~In memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001
LIVING WITH LOSS MAGAZINE
Fall 2009, Volume 24 No. 3
Bereavement Publications, Inc.
