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Camden County Chapter, New Jersey
In Memory of our
11/14/76 - 5/29/96
Another Year Of Grief
The restlessness is here. The sleeplessness intensified.
Warning signs as that dreadful date draws near,
The date they say you died.
This year, not less different than the ones before,
Days filled with emptiness, events without shared happiness.
Bedtime thoughts of that fateful night.
Unanswered questions: Did they do everything right?
Vivid images of struggling and tears, that will continue,
To haunt throughout the years.
A most sacred gift, one only given by God; a son.
Grew up strong, caring, and selfless; he beat the odds.
The accident should have taken him
Defiant and brave he continued to show his strength
Consciousness came with attempts to communicate.
Sign language he remembered from a younger age
Exhausted with losing the will to fight
Struggled with tied hands and signed I Love You,
Then surrendered to sleep.
Last visitors reports of you being in tears.
Praying and begging for the next day to come and go
They were going to fix your broken arm, you know.
Awakened from rest without rest
A rush in my heart as I ran to the door
Pushed the call button to check, only to hear
"There is a doctor here".
Nothing more need be said, the lies were not called for.
You were already gone. No one came to get us, your father
And I, to let us say our last goodbyes.
There are too many years to go now. How many years do
we have to live through; knowing you, loving you, losing you, knowing you died.
I close my eyes so tightly as tears roll down my cheek, I strain
To hear your voice say "Mom". I can still hear it!
I know you are near. It's that I cannot see you; other than those 19 yrs.
No more you to hold, to get that macho hug from.
To watch flex those triceps and biceps and hear you say
"Look at these pythons".
I look in the mirror and smile, and I can see your smile.
I listen to your brother Adam laugh, and I can hear your laugh.
I see your Dad, hard at work in the yard;
And I can see your "pythons".
We miss you beyond belief that someone can be missed so much.
We know being with Jesus puts you in the best place.
It is praying and begging now for relief
From suffering through another year of grief.
Written by Josh's mom
Cecelia Fields, TCF Augusta
In Loving Memory Of
Karen Gail Short
4/28/70 - 5/1/70
Happy Birthday Karen, my unheld angel, my little niece.
You are all grown up now, if in heaven you grow
I will never forget you this tiny angel I didn't get to hold.
I've watched your brothers and your sister as they grew,
And with each year passing wondered who looked the most like you.
I never got to see your angel face
but in my heart there is a picture of a niece, an angel that I embrace
For My Son's Graduation
In Loving Memory of
Joseph T.R. Reuter
3/31/80 - 12-19-98
To My Son Joe...
You were my first born, so we
began a road
Together that was unfamiliar to either of us..
Together we learned and shared the first moments of
Mother and Child, which will always remain "Precious"...
And it was always together, in mind or soul,
That we walked down the road of
New beginnings, that may have been
Paved just for us...
I will never forget any one of the joys
Or sorrows that shaped you and I...
And now we still must continue to walk,
On our road of life...
It may not be together as it had always been,
But my spirit and soul will always be, "Yours"...
So always hold your head high
And soar like an eagle...
And continue on that road which is yours
And never forget that part of you
Will always be a part of me..
And the love that binds us will never fade..
LOVE ALWAYS AND FOREVER
Written by Joe's Mom for his graduation (June 1998)
Received through e-mail to TCF CSRA Chapter
In memory of Jeremy Bryant Patrick
The life of a rose
This is the story of a special rose.
Once upon a time God gave us a rose to love.
We were very happy as we imagined how much color and life this rose would
add to our garden.
Then, one day, our precious rose died and our garden looked bare and ugly.
God looked down from heaven and saw our tears and said "Dear children, do
not be sad, your little rose is more alive than you could ever imagine. It
is planted in a special place in my garden where it will bloom forever, in
joy and peace without earthly pain. I will take care of it for you a while,
and in the meantime, I will plant a piece of your rose in your hearts so
that you can carry its love with you where ever you go. The story of your
rose has not ended. I am the author and the story is still to be continued.
You will see."
Paul and Amy Patrick
In Loving Memory Of
Mary Elizabeth Mackay
12/01/79 - 06/27/96
Home in Heaven, dear ones; oh, so happy and so bright!
There is perfect joy and beauty in His everlasting light.
All the pain and grief is over, every restless tossing passed;
I am now at peace forever, safely Home in Heaven at last.
Did you wonder I so calmly trod the valley of the shade?
Oh! but Jesus' love illumined every dark and fearful glade.
And He came Himself to
meet me in that way so hard to tread;
And with Jesus' arm to lean on, could I have one doubt or dread?
Then you must not grieve so sorely, for I love you dearly still;
Try to look beyond earth's shadows, pray to trust our Father's Will.
There is work still waiting for you, so you must not idly stand;
Do it now; while life remaineth~You shall rest in Jesus' land.
When that work is all completed. He will gently call you Home;
Oh, the rapture of that meeting, oh, the joy to see you come!
C. Bonnie Bulter 1993