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The Compassionate Friends
 
  
The Camden County Chapter, New Jersey   

 

    In Loving Memory Of 
CARLA JEAN PALOMBA
4-4-73     9-17-94
 
 
I think of you when
I hear babies gurgle & coo,
Or when I see toddlers
Picking dandelions while
Wearing milky mustaches.
I think of you when
I see little girls
Wearing mom's oversized gowns
Then when teen styles invade.
I giggle when I think
Of you with puffy hair,
Sunglasses & dangling earrings,
Dressing like a rock star.
I think of you understanding
Growth can mean confusion,
Making right & wrong choices.
I think of you as
Adulthood gloriously emerges-
So beautiful...so Carla...
So suddenly over.
Sweet Dreams
Love, Ma 
 

Submitted by
Judy Palomba

In Memory 
of
HARLEY AVERY MALONE OWENS 
Nov.08,1991-Oct.15,1998

Harley Malone was promoted to heaven on Oct. 15, 1998 after an accidental drowning.  Harley's mother, Lea, has created a wonderful memorial site to her son.  Her grief work has also been invested into building a web site dedicated to Water Safety.  June 4th - 10th, is water safety Awareness Week.  Lea's story has been printed in the local media.  We would like to honor Harley and Lea for her grief work by providing a hyperlink from Harley's crystal ball to Lea's water safety site; for the month of June.

Click on Harley's Crystal Ball and it will take you to his site

       REMEMBER    

The following poem was written by American Lt. John Gillespie Magee, Jr., who joined the Royal Canadian Air Force (RCAF) as a volunteer in 1940-, even before the U.S. became involved in the war.   He was killed in action over England a year and a half later.  He was just 19.  It is a classic expression of courage and faith.  Many thousands of students have memorized its 14 glorious lines.


In Memory of Joshua Lee Fields
my son who died at the age of 19 on May 29, 1996; I share this poem with you.

High Flight

Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
and danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I've climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
Of sunsplit clouds --and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of--wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence.  Hov'ring there,
I've chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious burning blue
I've topped the windswept heights with easy grace,
Where never lark, or even eagle flew--
And, while with silent, lifting mind I've trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.

..."he has raised you up on eagle's wings, 
bore you on the breath of dawn and made you
to shine like the sun and holds you in the palm
of his hands."

Submitted by
Cecelia M. Fields

In Memory
of
Haleigh Alyssa Swepson


The Tiny Rosebud God Picked To Bloom In Heaven

The Master Gardener
   From heaven above
Planted a seed
   in the garden of love,
And from it there grew
   a rosebud small
That never had time
   to open at all.
For God in His perfect
   and all-wise way
Chose this rose
   for His heavenly bouquet,
And great was the joy
   of this tiny rose
To be the one our Father chose
   to leave earth's garden
For one on high
   where roses bloom always
And never die.
So, while you can't see
   your precious rose bloom,
You know the great Gardener
   from the upper room
Is watching and tending
   this wee rose with care,
Tenderly touching
   each petal so fair.
So think of your darling
   with the angels above,
Secure and contented
   and surrounded by love,
And remember God blessed
   and enriched your lives, too,
For in dying your darling
   brought heaven closer to you!

 

When a rose climbs over a garden wall, you cannot see  it,
 but you know it is blooming on the other side. 
 So think of your little one as having walked into
 another room beyond the sight of your vision and 
the touch of your hand...and let your love for her live
 on by giving it lavishly to all the other little girls and boys

Submitted by
Amber and Anthony Swepson
Author 
Helen Steiner Rice

In Memory 
of

Lonnie E. "Les" Smith, Jr.

This is dedicated to my brother Lonnie E. "Les" Smith, Jr., 
who was killed in a car wreck on June 30, 1998. 
 I will always love you, kiddo.

I Always Took For Granted


I always took for granted...
that you would always be here
but now I know that you aren't, to listen when I need an ear.

I always took for granted...
that I would be the first to go
but now I know, that isn't so.

I always took for granted...
that life is supposed to be, "happily ever after"
but now, I sure do miss your laughter.

I always took for granted...
that you would be here on my wedding day
but now it has been almost 2 years since you went away.

I always took for granted...
the smile on your face
but now I know, you are in a much better place.

I always took for granted...
the looks in your eyes
but now I know, you are in the skies.

I always took for granted...
that we would share so many things
but now I know, you have earned your angel wings.

I always took for granted...
the memories we would make
but now I know they are my own keepsake.

I always took for granted...
that we would always be there for each other
but now I know, how much I will always miss my "baby" brother.

Submitted by
 Lonnie's sister
Mary Ellen Smith

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