George Russell Aaron McIntosh II
10/17/83 - 2/14/00
We do not need a special day
To bring you to our minds
The days we do not think of you
Are very hard to find
Each morning when we awake
We know that you are gone
And no one knows the heartache
As we try to carry on
Our hearts still ache with sadness
And secret tears still flow
What it meant to lose you
No one will ever know
Our thoughts are always with you
Your place no one can fill
In life we loved you dearly
In death we love you still
There will always be a heartache
And often a silent tear
But always a precious memory
Of the days when you were here
If tears could build a staircase
And heartaches make a lane
We'd walk the path to Heaven
And bring you home again
We hold you close, within our hearts
And there you will remain
To walk with us throughout our lives
Until we meet again
Our family chain is broken now
And nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one
The chain will link again.
Written by Connie Dyer
May bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring
Music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
Let me hear the beautiful music of his name.
It soothes my broken heart
And sings to my soul.
~ Author Unknown
But in my heart you are always there,
The gates of memory will never close,
I miss you more than anyone knows,
With tender love and deep regret,
I the one who misses you will never forget...
Remember me when flowers bloom in the spring.
Remember me on sunny days in the fun that summer brings.
Remember me in the fall as you walk through the leaves of gold.
And in the wintertime~~
Remember me in the stories that are told.
But most of all REMEMBER each day~~~
right from the start.
I'll be forever near you, for I live within your heart.
~ Author unknown
Dear Mom and Dad, I know this is a rough time for you.
So I will be as gentle as I can be.
First of all, thank you for so many tears,
particularly those shared with another that you love.
They are a gift to me, a precious tribute to your investment in me.
As you do your mourning, do it at your pace only.
Don't let anybody suggest that you do your grief work on their timetable.
Do whatever it takes to face directly the reality of what has happened,
even though you may need to pause frequently and yearn for my return.
Do this with courage and my blessings.
Know that sometimes inertia is the only movement possible.
Give your best to keeping a balance between remembering me
and renewing your commitments to life.
It's O.K. with me if you go through minutes,
hours and even days not thinking about me.
I know that you'll never forget.
Loosening me and grabbing hold of a new meaning is a delicate art.
I'm not sure if one comes before the other or not,
maybe it's a combination.
Be with people who accept you as you are.
Mention my name out loud,
and if they don't make a hasty retreat,
they're probably excellent candidates for friendship.
If, by a remote possibility, you think that there is anything
that you could have done for me and didn't.
I forgive you, as my Lord does.
Resentment does not abide here, only love.
You know how people sometimes ask you how many children you have?
Well, I'm still yours and you are still my parents.
Always acknowledge that with tenderness,
unless to do so would fall on insensitive ears
or would be painful to you.
I know how you feel inside.
To be included as your child honors me.
Read, even though your tears anoint the page.
There is an immense library here and I have a card.
In Henri Nowens' "Out of Solitude", he writes,
"The friend who can be silent with us
in a moment of despair and confusion,
who can stay with us in an hour of grief and bereavement,
who can tolerate not healing, and face with us the reality of our powerlessness,
that is a friend who cares."
Mom and Dad, I don't know where you are spiritually now,
but rest assured that our God is not gone.
The still small voice you hear in your heart is His voice.
The warmth that sometimes enfolds you is Him.
The tears that tremble just beneath your heartbeat is Him.
He is in you, as I am.
I want you both to know that I am O.K.
I have sent you messages to ease your pain,
they come in the form of flowers that bloom out of season,
birds singing, voices and visions
and sometimes through your friends and even strangers
who volunteer as angels.
Stay open but don't expect the overly dramatic.
You will get what you need and it may be simply an internal peace.
You are not crazy, you have been comforted.
Please seek out people bereaved longer than you.
They are tellers of truth,
and if they have done their work,
are an inspiration and a beacon of hope
whose pain lessened dramatically, and one more wisdom before I close.
There are still funny happenings in our world.
It delights me to no end
when I hear your spontaneous, uncontrolled laughter.
That, too, will come in due time.
Today, I light a candle for you.
Joined with your candle, let their light shine above the darkness.
Your child.
PS: I'll see you later.
~~ Author Unknown
We did not know that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you,
you did not go alone,
for part of us went with you the day God called you home
You left us peaceful memories,
your love is still our guide,
and though we cannot see you, you are always by our side.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same,
but as GOD calls us one by one, the CHAIN will link again.
~ Author unknown
A child of God's I think they call..
That little boy of mine.
The one I held so close to me
For all that countless time.
For all the Moms and Dads out there
That have a special one..
You know that child of God's you have
You call your little son.
I call him mine as I see now
I held him when he cried...
And it was me that held him oh so close
On the night I watched him die.
Dear Lord I know you set with us
And held his little hand
I know you loved that son of mine
And loved us all you can.
But Lord I gave him life you see..
It was me that held him first,
It was you that watched us both so close
And helped us through the worst..
The child of mine I lend you now...
Take care of him for me...
And help the other Moms and Dads
As I know its hard to see...
That little child we call our son
Was really meant to be.
We’ll loan him to you for a while,
So love him while you may..
Cause when you call us home again
That will be the day...
I will hold that child of mine again
In my arms is where he’ll stay.
~Unknown Author~
reminds her the most of her son Russell.
Performed by Evanescence
I'm so tired of being here
Suppressed by all my childish fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
'Cause your presence still lingers here
And it won't leave me alone
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
But you still have
All of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating mind
Now I'm bound by the life you've left behind
Your face it haunts
My once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away
All the sanity in me
These wounds won't seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There's just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years
you still have
All of me
I've tried so hard to tell myself that you're gone
And though you're still with me
I've been alone all alone
When you cried I'd wipe away all of your tears
When you'd scream I'd fight away all of your fears
And I held your hand through all of these years...
And you still have...
All of me
The day was lovely as I strolled along,
Peering at stones on the way;
And that's when I saw it, that pitiful cross
That looked splintered and faded away.
With flowers in hand to tend Father's grave,
I knew I must hurry along;
But I could help but linger awhile
At that cross that just didn't belong.
The date on the front confirmed my suspicions
Of what I already knew;
A child lay beneath that horrible cross
And its faded color of blue.
What selfish parents they must have been
To bury their child all alone;
Without flowers or candles to light the night
And not even a simple headstone.
I looked even closer at that awful cross
That was nearly splintered away;
And there on the back, I read the words
That changed me forever that day.
"This cross isn't grand,
But it was carved by my hands;
So you'll know, son,
How much I care.
"It's the color of blue
To remind me of you;
And how painful it is
That I'm not there.
"That it's you who is gone
And it's me living on;
While your young life
Has come to an end.
"And I'm left alone,
Never again with a home;
And a grave
That's too painful to tend."
Tear stung my eyes as I looked all around
At the monuments that ragged cross put to shame;
And I shared with those parents their horrible loss
That brought them such terrible pain.
And all the tombstones, some even taller than me
Suddenly seemed small in a way;
Next to that little handmade cross,
Carved with such love
And the flowers that I planted that day.
Written by ~Cheryl Costello-Forshey~
Do Not stand at my grave and weep
I wait at Heaven's Door with all the memories that I keep
Weep not for me, I rest in tranquil places,
Far beyond what you could know
Be still and hear my voice within your soul.
With My Love and Prayers
Ann, Laurasmom
is some of the most beautiful I have seen.
It brought tears to my eyes and
I felt all the emotions a mother can feel for her lost child.
God Keep You in His Care."
Love
Ann, Laurasmom
In Loving Memory of Laura Ann Kimble
I Can Only Imagine
A friend can hear a tear drop. 
