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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 "BRAD" BRADLEY LOUIS CORDIAL 17 years |
 "JOSH" JOSHUA SAMUEL HUGHES 21 years |
"BECKY JO" REBECCA JO SESTER 15 years |
JACOB KENNETH DAVIS 13 years |
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RICKY AARON PHILLIPS 22 years |
STEPHEN MATTHEW WILSON 20 1/2 years |
 LORENZO IBARRA 7 years |
SHERILYN ANNETTE ADAMS 16 years |
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 RADOMIR CIRIC-RADE 33 years |
BENJAMIN DAVID SHIPP 24 years |
 BRODY JASON MOUCH 2 hours |
MICHAEL D. CARICO II 39 years |
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JAMES THOMAS PRICE 7 months |
CHRISTY LYNN TURNER 20 years |
SCOTT FAZZIO 35 YEARS |
BRIAN EDWARD HINSHAW 32 YEARS |
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TAMI MARIE WOLFE 20 YEARS |
JASON RAMIREZ 18 YEARS |
BENJAMIN LOCKHART 21 YEARS |
ALEXANDER JAMES RANDALL RICKMAN 10 DAYS |
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WILLIAM (LIL JOEY) DONALDSON JR. 13 YEARS |
JASON WAYNE EGGERS JR. 5 DAYS |
STEPHANIE DAWN BARRAGY 37 YEARS |
CHARLES SCOTT FLEMING 4 1/2 MONTHS |
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 BRADFORD "WAYNE" WELLS 42 YEARS |
JAMES VANDEWATER 21 YEARS |
OESYA V. NOVIKOVA 22 MONTHS |
CHRISTOPHER SPENCER PARKS 31 YEARS |
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LLOYD FRANKLIN ROBERTS (DRACUS) 40 YEARS |
MICHELLE MARIE GREEVER 9 YEARS |
JOSHUA DAVID UNDERWOOD 24 YEARS |
MATTHEW KEITH MULLIS 19 YEARS |
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"JAKKIE" JACQUES OELOFSE 28 YEARS |
RONALD LEE VANWINKLE JR. 19 YEARS |
MANDY LYNN (BOO) BENTLEY ISOM 24 YEARS |
BRADLEY GLEN QUALLS 26 YEARS |
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IESHA SAIDE JEAN WATSON 14 1/2 YEARS |
LOUISE ANTOINETTE TORRES 13 YEARS |
TRACY LEE COX 30 YEARS |
: Lindsay Ann Brashier years: 18 |
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: Karen Elzan Hammon years: 29 |
: Melissa Bellamy years: 22 |
: Christopher Neil Thomas years: 16 |
: Joanna Beth Chastain years: 19 |
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: Celeste Josette Jimenez years: 31 |
: Christopher M. Richards years: 20 |
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
