Some of
these have been written for Justin others have
been sent to me
from friends please enjoy them all.
Rest In Peace Beloved Son
Every morning when I
awake,
an empty heart now my fate.
Angels hold you in my
place,
In heaven you'll have your space.
And each
day that I may live.
I'll think of you and what God did
give.
In my mind you will always be.
And in your memory
I'll plant a tree
Every night before I sleep,
I will
have a lil weep.
Rest in peace beloved son.
I love you
..... I love you.
God seems to have chosen a good
one.
In Loving memory of
Justin Davis
Festa
November 1st,
2000
Letter to Mom
by Joy Curnutt
Mom, please
don’t feel guilty
It was just my time to go.
I see you
are still feeling sad,
And the tears just seem to
flow.
We all come
to earth for our lifetime,
And for some it’s not many
years
I don’t want you to keep crying
You are shedding
so many tears.
I haven’t
really left you
Even though it may seem so.
I have just
gone to my heavenly home,
And I’m closer to you than you
know.
Just
believe that when you say my name
I’m standing next to
you,
I know you long to see me,
But there’s nothing I
can do.
But I’ll
still send you messages
And hope you understand,
That
when your time comes to “cross over,”
I’ll be there to take
your hand.
All I Ask Of You
by Floria Kelderhouse
Don’t tell me you know how I feel,
You
haven’t walked in my shoes.
Don’t tell me I have other
children to love,
That won’t bring back the son that I
lost.
Don’t tell me to get out of the house,
Maybe I
just want to stay here and mourn
for my lost son.
Don’t
tell me it will get better,
From my point of view it will
never be better.
Don’t tell me it could be worse,
How
much worse than this could it be.
Don’t tell me to trust in
God,
I do trust in Him and love Him,
That won’t bring my
son back
Don’t tell me to eat and take care of
myself,
Maybe the food won’t stay down.
Maybe I don’t
care about myself right now.
Don’t tell me to try to get
some sleep,
Don’t you think I would love to sleep?
Don’t
tell me all this,
You haven’t walked in my shoes.
Do
tell me you care.
Do tell me you love me.
Do tell me you
will be there if I need you.
If I need to just talk to call
you.
Or better yet, you call me.
Just listen, that’s
all, just listen.
Do let me cry.
Do let me mourn.
Do
let me experience this
terrible loss that I feel.
Do
pray for me.
That is all I ask.
Copyright
© 2001 by Floria Kelderhouse.
All rights
reserved.
Don't Think I Do Not Grieve
by Brenda Penepent
Don't think I do not
feel;
because you see no tears.
A river rages deep
inside
of grief, and loss, and fears.
Just because I do not
cry now,
don’t think my heart’s not broken.
I keep
inside the misery
of words not to be
spoken.
Sometimes I smile, or
crack a joke,
so you won’t see the pain;
or notice how
my hands will shake,
or how I’ve gone
insane.
Each time I chance to
think of her,
my heart is ripped asunder.
The loss I
feel is mine alone.
you will not see my
thunder.
About the
author:
Brenda Penepent, LPN,
Executive Director of
Healing Heart For Bereaved Parents,
Russellville, Arkansas
Chapter.
Feelings
by Joy Curnutt
I feel like I’ve just
existed
And now it’s been a year.
I don’t know how I’ve
lived and breathed
Without you being here.
I know you lived your
lifetime
As short as that seems to me,
But the pain in
my heart is still so great,
Yet I know your spirit is
free.
At times I think I hear
you
The thoughts come to my mind.
I struggle for the
sound of your voice,
But your voice I cannot
find.
Yet you come to me in
many ways
So I know you did not die,
You want to tell me
that you’re close,
And to please stop asking
Why.
Our lives on earth seem
all too brief,
Or brief as it seems to me.
But where you
are is forever,
God calls that Eternity!
Copyright © 2000 by Joy
Curnutt.
All rights reserved.
~Say Our Child's Name~
The mention of our child's name
may
bring tears to our eyes,
but it never fails to bring music
to our ears.
If you are really our friend,
let us
hear the beautiful music of her name.
It soothes our broken
hearts, and sings to our souls.
~ Author Unknown
~
Don't Ask ...
Don't
ask us if we are over it yet. We'll never be over it.
A
part of us died with our child.
Don't
tell us he/she is in a better place.
He/She is not here
with us where he/she belongs.
Don't
say at least he/she is not suffering.
We haven't come to
terms with why he/she suffered at all.
Don't
tell us at least we have other children.
Which of your
children would you have sacrificed?
Don't
ask us if we feel better.
Bereavement isn't a condition
that clears up.
Don't
tell us God never gives us more than we can bear.
Right
now we don't feel we can handle anything else.
Don't
avoid us. We don't have a contagious disease, just unbearable
pain.
Don't
tell us you know how we feel, unless you have lost a child.
No
other loss can compare to losing a child. It's not the natural
order of things.
Don't
take our anger personally.
We don't know who we are angry
at or why and lash out at those closest to us.
Don't
whisper behind us when we enter a room.
We are in pain,
but not deaf.
Don't
stop calling us after the initial loss.
Our grief does not
stop there and we need to know others are thinking of us.
Don't
be offended when we don't return calls right away.
We take
each moment as it comes and some are worse than others.
Don't
tell us to get on with our lives.
We each grieve
differently and in our own time frame.
Grief cannot be
governed by any clock or calendar.
Do put
your arms around us and hold us.
We need your strength to
get us through each day.
Do say
you remember our child.
Memories are all we have left and
we cherish them.
Do let
us talk about our child.
Our child lived and still lives
on in our hearts, forever.
Do
mention our child's name. It will not make us sad or hurt our
feelings.
Do let
us cry. Crying is an important part of the grief process.
Cry with us if you want to.
Do
remember us on special dates.
Our child's birth date and
death date and holidays are
a very lonely and difficult
time for us without our child.
Do send
us cards on those dates saying you remember our child.
We
do.
Do show
our family that you care.
Sometimes we forget to do that
in our own pain.
Justin
By Twilite
A tiny voice from up above whispers in God’s ear,
I think my daddy needs me, and mommy needs me near.
So can I go take care of them, please Jesus can I go?
And with that tiny whisper Justin’s mission is foretold.
His mommy counted all his fingers, and all his tiny toes,
She smiled with happy tears of love at this angel she loved so.
Justin’s smile was magic, a gift from up above,
His heart so pure and special, he shared it with everyone he loved.
He brought sweet promises to those he touched,
He made his daddy proud,
Justin brought peace and harmony is such a short amount of time,
No one knew he had a mission, his family’s love to bind.
As he had asked sweet Jesus, to save his mom and dad,
Justin knew his time on earth was short but all he had.
He’d teach them how to love and share, and how to care for others,
But most of all that God has plans even for dads and mothers.
To save the other children, that might have met his fate,
Justin gave his own life in hopes it’s not too late.
To late to save the babies that could be hurt by simple blinds,
He knew his dad would not forget to tell what’s on his mind.
So Justin left for home, back to his loving Jesus,
But he won’t be forgotten, but will most definitely be missed.
Copyright © 2005 by Twilite
All rights reserved.
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