When from our mortal vision
\nGrown men and women go
\nTo sail strange fields Elysian
\nAnd know what spirits know,
\nI think of them as tourists,
\nIn some sun-gilded clime,
\n‘Mong happy sights and dear delights
\nWe all shall find, in time.<\/p>\n
But when a child goes yonder
\nAnd leaves its mother here,
\nIts little feet must wander,
\nIt seems to me, in fear.
\nWhat paths of Eden beauty,
\nWhat scenes of peace and rest,
\nCan bring content to one who went
\nForth from a mother’s breast?<\/p>\n
In palace gardens, lonely,
\nA little child will roam
\nAnd weep for pleasures only
\nFound in its humble home.
\nIt is not won by splendour,
\nNor bought by costly toys;
\nTo hide from harm on mother’s arm
\nMakes all its sum of joys.<\/p>\n
It must be when the baby
\nGoes journeying off alone,
\nSome angel (Mary, may be)
\nAdopts it for her own.
\nYet when a child is taken
\nWhose mother stays below,
\nWith weeping eyes, through Paradise,
\nI seem to see it go.<\/p>\n
With troops of angels trying
\nTo drive away its fear,
\nI seem to hear it crying,
\nI want my mamma here.
\nI do not court the fancy,
\nIt is not based on doubt,
\nIt is a thought that comes unsought
\nWhen baby souls sail out.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Sweet Child<\/strong>
\nby Unknown Author<\/strong><\/p>\nGod made a sweet child
\na child who never grew old
\nHe made a smile of sunshine
\nHe molded a heart of pure gold.
\nHe made that child as close to an angel
\nas anyone ever could be
\nGod made a Sweet Child
\nand He gave that dear child to me
\nThen God saw His wonderful creation
\ngrowing very tired and weak
\nso He wrapped the child in His loving arms
\nand said, “You my child I keep”
\nBut now my Sweet Child is an angel
\nFree from hurt and pain
\nI’ll love you forever, until we meet again
\nSo many times I have missed you
\nSo many times I have cried
\nIf all my love could have saved you
\nSweet Child you never would have died.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
Young Life Cut Short<\/strong>
\nby Unknown Author<\/strong><\/p>\nDo not judge a song by its duration
\nNor by the number of its notes
\nJudge it by the richness of its contents
\nSometimes those unfinished are among the most poignant\u2026
\nDo not judge a song by its duration
\nNor by the number of its notes
\nJudge it by the way it touches and lifts the soul
\nSometimes those unfinished are among the most beautiful\u2026
\nAnd when something has enriched your life
\nAnd when it\u2019s melody lingers on in your heart.
\nIs it unfinished?
\nOr is it endless?<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
A Gift for such a little while<\/strong>
\nby Unknown Author<\/strong><\/p>\nA gift for such a little while,
\nyour loss just seems so wrong,
\nyou should not have left before us,
\nit\u2019s with loved ones you belong.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
No farewell words were spoken<\/strong><\/p>\nby Unknown Author<\/strong><\/p>\nNo farewell words were spoken,
\nno time to say goodbye, you were
\ngone before we knew it, and only
\nGod knows why.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
I\u2019ll Lend you for a little time a child of mine<\/strong>
\nby Edgar Guest<\/strong><\/p>\n“I\u2019ll lend you for a little time a child of mine,” He said.
\n“For you to love the while he lives and mourn when he is dead,
\n“It may be six or seven years, or twenty-two or three.
\n“But will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me?
\n“He\u2019ll bring his charms to gladden you, but should his stay be brief,
\n“You\u2019ll have his lovely memories, as solace for your grief,
\n“I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
\n“But there are lessons taught down there I want this child to learn.
\n“I\u2019ve looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true,
\n“And from the throngs that crowd life\u2019s lanes I have selected you.
\n“Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain,
\n“Nor hate me when I come to call to take him back again?
\nI fancied that I heard them say: Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
\n“For all the joy Thy child shall bring, the risk of grief we\u2019ll run.
\nWe\u2019ll shelter him with tenderness: we\u2019ll love him while we may,
\nAnd for happiness we\u2019ve known forever grateful stay.
\n“But should the angels call for him much sooner than we\u2019d planned.
\n“We\u2019ll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand.”<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
The mention of my child’s name<\/strong>
\nby Kim Knapp<\/strong><\/p>\nThe mention of my child’s name
\nMay bring tears to my eyes,
\nBut it never fails to bring
\nMusic to my ears.
\nIf you are really my friend,
\nLet me hear the beautiful music of her name.
\nIt soothes my broken heart
\nAnd sings to my soul.
\n~~~~author unknown
\nDo not tell me I am strong
\nYou only see my days
\nFilled with details and work
\nYou have never shared my nights
\nLong evenings empty
\nExcept for memories and tears
\nMy despair is sacrificed
\nto responsibility
\nYou would be strong too
\nIf you had no other choice<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
The Cord<\/strong>
\nby Unknown Author<\/strong><\/p>\nWe are connected,
\nMy child and I, by
\nAn invisible cord
\nNot seen by the eye.<\/p>\n
It’s not like the cord
\nThat connects us ’til birth
\nThis cord can’t been seen<\/p>\n
by any on Earth.<\/p>\n
This cord does it’s work
\nRight from the start.
\nIt binds us together
\nAttached to my heart.<\/p>\n
I know that it’s there
\nThough no one can see
\nThe invisible cord
\nFrom my child to me.<\/p>\n
The strength of this cord
\nIs hard to describe.
\nIt can’t be destroyed
\nIt can’t be denied.<\/p>\n
It’s stronger than any cord
\nMan could create
\nIt withstands the test
\nCan hold any weight.<\/p>\n
And though you are gone,
\nThough you’re not here with me,
\nThe cord is still there
\nBut no one can see.<\/p>\n
It pulls at my heart
\nI am bruised…I am sore,
\nBut this cord is my lifeline
\nAs never before.<\/p>\n
I am thankful that God
\nConnects us this way
\nA mother and child
\nDeath can’t take it away!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
Lullaby<\/strong>
\nby Tara Simms<\/strong><\/p>\nWhat I wouldn’t give
\nTo have you in my arms again,
\nBreathe your scent
\nAnd snuggle close to you.
\nI want to watch you sleep,
\nSee your chest rise and fall
\nIn peaceful slumber.
\nLet me lay my hand
\nOver your heart,
\nSo I can
\nFeel it beating
\nBeneath my touch.
\nI want to be
\nLulled to sleep<\/p>\n
by its rhythm.<\/span><\/p><\/blockquote>\n <\/p>\n
Angels<\/strong>
\nby Unknown Author<\/strong><\/p>\nThe sky is filled with Angels
\nWith puffy lacy wings
\nThe remnants of God’s beauty
\nWith treasures they now bring<\/p>\n
Each one of them a Guardian
\nThat travels in the sky
\nTo watch throughout eternity
\nTheir parents from on high<\/p>\n
Smiles that come from Angels
\nThey fall like crystal rain
\nEases earthly burdens
\nLifting all life’s pain<\/p>\n
Halos so astounding
\nThat glitter gold each day
\nFollowing their loved ones
\nIn such a perfect way<\/p>\n
Wings in gentle breezes
\nThat fall from up above
\nKissing every parent
\nWith everlasting love<\/p>\n
Angels soar through heaven
\nWith everlasting light
\nLooking down from heaven
\nSaying their “goodnights”<\/p>\n
Kissing all who loved them
\nSo gently on the face
\nThis life’s tender mercy
\nEach parent can embrace<\/p>\n
Wings and shiny halos
\nTravel from on high
\nSurrounding all their loved ones
\nThey never say good-bye.<\/p>\n
<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
The Child-Angel<\/strong>
\nby Rabindranath Tagore<\/strong><\/p>\nThey clamour and fight, they doubt and despair, they know no end
\nto their wrangling.
\nLet your life come amongst them like a flame of light, my
\nchild, unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.
\nThey are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like
\nhidden knives thirsting for blood.
\nGo and stand amidst their scowling hearts, my child, and let
\nyour gentle eyes fall upon them like the forgiving peace of the
\nevening over the strife of the day.
\nLet them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning
\nof all things; let them love you and thus love each other.
\nCome and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless, my
\nchild. At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming
\nflower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the
\nworship of the day.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
A Peek Into Heaven<\/strong>
\nby Callie Sanders Thornton<\/strong><\/p>\nJust one little peek into heaven,
\nIs all I’m asking for today.
\nI just want to know how she’s doing,
\nAnd heaven seems so far away.<\/p>\n
Is she playing on the clouds with angels?
\nIs she laughing and running today?
\nDoes she miss me?
\nI guess only she knows.
\nOh why does heaven seem so far away?<\/p>\n
If you just let me look for a moment,
\nTo catch a glimpse of her sweet smiling face,
\nI promise I won’t try to take her,
\nI know, she’s in a better place.<\/p>\n
Just one little peek into heaven,
\nIs all I’m asking for today.
\nI just want to know how she’s doing,
\nAnd heaven seems so far away…<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
With Time<\/strong>
\nby Callie Sanders Thornton<\/strong><\/p>\n“The pain will go away, with time”
\n“It won’t be so bad, after awhile”
\nSo say these friends of mine…
\nBut they have never lost a child….<\/p>\n
The pain will never go away
\nYet it softens some, with time
\nMy child is gone, it hurts to say
\nI’ll never be “just fine”<\/p>\n
Tho another year has come and gone
\nI hold your memories in my heart
\nThey dance there, as if to song
\nFrom that I know I’ll never part<\/p>\n
As time goes by year after year
\nAnd the pain begins to soften
\nI know that it’s alright to tear
\nAnd live with my memories, more often…..<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
When God calls our children<\/strong>
\nby Unknown Author<\/strong><\/p>\nWhen God calls our children
\nto dwell with Him above,
\nWe mortals sometimes question
\nthe wisdon of His love.
\nFor no heartache compares with,
\nthe death of one small child.
\nWho does so much to make our world,
\nseem so wonderful and mild.
\nPerhaps God tires of calling
\nthe aged to His fold.
\nSo He picks a rosebud
\nbefore it can grow old.
\nGod knows how much we need them,
\nand so He takes but few.
\nTo make the land of heaven
\nmore beautiful to view.
\nBelieving this is difficult
\nstill somehow we must try.
\nThe saddest word mankind knows
\nwill always be Good-bye.
\nSo when a little child departs,
\nwe who are left behind,
\nMust realize God loves children.
\nAngels Are Hard To Find!!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
Little Angels<\/strong>
\nby Author Unknown<\/strong><\/p>\nWhen God calls little children to dwell with Him above,
\nWe mortals sometime question the wisdom of His love.
\nFor no heartache compares with the death of one small child
\nWho does so much to make our world, seem wonderful and mild
\nPerhaps God tires of calling the aged to his fold,
\nSo He picks a rosebud, before it can grow old.
\nGod knows how much we need them, and so He takes but few
\nTo make the land of Heaven more beautiful to view.
\nBelieving this is difficult still somehow we must try,
\nThe saddest word mankind knows will always be “Goodbye.”
\nSo when a little child departs, we who are left behind
\nMust realize God loves children, Angels are hard to find.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
A Mother\u2019s Lament for her Son\u2019s Death<\/strong>
\nby Robert Burns<\/strong><\/p>\nFATE gave the word, the arrow sped,
\nAnd pierc\u2019d my darling\u2019s heart;
\nAnd with him all the joys are fled
\nLife can to me impart.<\/p>\n
by cruel hands the sapling drops,
\nIn dust dishonour\u2019d laid;
\nSo fell the pride of all my hopes,
\nMy age\u2019s future shade.
\nThe mother-linnet in the brake
\nBewails her ravish\u2019d young;
\nSo I, for my lost darling\u2019s sake,
\nLament the live-day long.
\nDeath, oft I\u2019ve feared thy fatal blow.
\nNow, fond, I bare my breast;
\nO, do thou kindly lay me low
\nWith him I love, at rest!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
The Child Is Father To The Man<\/strong>
\nby Gerard Manley Hopkins<\/strong><\/p>\n‘The child is father to the man.’
\nHow can he be? The words are wild.
\nSuck any sense from that who can:
\n‘The child is father to the man.’
\nNo; what the poet did write ran,
\n‘The man is father to the child.’
\n‘The child is father to the man!’
\nHow can he be? The words are wild.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
God sent an angel to the earth<\/strong>
\nby Unknown Author<\/strong><\/p>\nGod sent an angel to the earth…
\nThe sweetest angel too
\nand for such a tiny little thing,
\nshe had so much to do.
\nShe\/he knew she\/he did not have
\nmuch time upon this earth to stay,
\nso she\/he did not waste a second;
\nshe\/he got started right away.
\nHer\/his eyes were bright and sparkly,
\nshe\/he took in every turn.
\nShe\/he did not miss a single thing,
\nbecause Angel came to learn!
\nGod sent her\/him here to touch the
\nhearts of those he could not reach…
\nShe\/he taught them courage, strength and faith,
\nbecause Angel came to teach.
\nHer\/his tiny little body
\nwas so full of God above,
\nyou felt it when you held her\/him,
\nbecause (name) came to love.
\nIn eleven short months she managed
\nwhat many never will.
\nWhen she\/he went home to Jesus,
\nher\/his purpose was fulfilled.
\nShe\/he learned and taught, loved and played,
\nshe learned her lessons well.
\nI know he was so proud of her\/him
\nwhen she\/he went home to dwell.
\nBut when I miss her OH-SO-MUCH,
\nI can almost hear him say,
\nplease understand, her\/his work was done…
\n(name) did not come to stay.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
Your children are not your children<\/strong>
\nby Kahlil Gibran – The Prophet<\/strong><\/p>\nYour children are not your children.
\nThey are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
\nThey come through you but not from you,
\nAnd though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
\nYou may give them your love but not your thoughts,
\nFor they have their own thoughts.
\nYou may house their bodies but not their souls,
\nFor their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow, which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
\nYou may strive to be like them, but seek not to make them like you.
\nFor life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
On The Death Of C. E. An Infant Of Twelve Months<\/strong>
\nby Phillis Wheatley<\/strong><\/p>\nTHROUGH airy roads he wings his instant flight
\nTo purer regions of celestial light;
\nEnlarg’d he sees unnumber’d systems roll,
\nBeneath him sees the universal whole,
\nPlanets on planets run their destin’d round,
\nAnd circling wonders fill the vast profound.
\nTh’ ethereal now, and now th’ empyreal skies
\nWith growing splendors strike his wond’ring eyes:
\nThe angels view him with delight unknown,
\nPress his soft hand, and seat him on his throne;
\nThen smilling thus: “To this divine abode,
\n“The seat of saints, of seraphs, and of God,
\n“Thrice welcome thou.” The raptur’d babe replies,
\n“Thanks to my God, who snatch’d me to the skies,
\n“E’er vice triumphant had possess’d my heart,
\n“E’er yet the tempter had beguil d my heart,
\n“E’er yet on sin’s base actions I was bent,
\n“E’er yet I knew temptation’s dire intent;
\n“E’er yet the lash for horrid crimes I felt,
\n“E’er vanity had led my way to guilt,
\n“But, soon arriv’d at my celestial goal,
\n“Full glories rush on my expanding soul.”
\nJoyful he spoke: exulting cherubs round
\nClapt their glad wings, the heav’nly vaults resound.
\nSay, parents, why this unavailing moan?
\nWhy heave your pensive bosoms with the groan?
\nTo Charles, the happy subject of my song,
\nA brighter world, and nobler strains belong.
\nSay would you tear him from the realms above<\/p>\n
by thoughtless wishes, and prepost’rous love?
\nDoth his felicity increase your pain?
\nOr could you welcome to this world again
\nThe heir of bliss? with a superior air
\nMethinks he answers with a smile severe,
\n“Thrones and dominions cannot tempt me there.”
\nBut still you cry, “Can we the sigh borbear,
\n“And still and still must we not pour the tear?
\n“Our only hope, more dear than vital breath,
\n“Twelve moons revolv’d, becomes the prey of death;
\n“Delightful infant, nightly visions give
\n“Thee to our arms, and we with joy receive,
\n“We fain would clasp the Phantom to our breast,
\n“The Phantom flies, and leaves the soul unblest.”
\nTo yon bright regions let your faith ascend,
\nPrepare to join your dearest infant friend
\nIn pleasures without measure, without end.<\/p>\n
<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Childhood<\/strong>
\nby Rainer Maria Rilke<\/strong><\/p>\nIt would be good to give much thought, before
\nyou try to find words for something so lost,
\nfor those long childhood afternoons you knew
\nthat vanished so completely –and why?<\/p>\n
We’re still reminded–: sometimes by a rain,
\nbut we can no longer say what it means;
\nlife was never again so filled with meeting,
\nwith reunion and with passing on<\/p>\n
as back then, when nothing happened to us
\nexcept what happens to things and creatures:
\nwe lived their world as something human,
\nand became filled to the brim with figures.<\/p>\n
And became as lonely as a sheperd
\nand as overburdened by vast distances,
\nand summoned and stirred as from far away,
\nand slowly, like a long new thread,
\nintroduced into that picture-sequence
\nwhere now having to go on bewilders us.<\/p>\n
<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
On The Death Of Friends In Childhood<\/strong>
\nby Donald Justice<\/strong><\/p>\nWe shall not ever meet them bearded in heaven
\nNor sunning themselves among the bald of hell;
\nIf anywhere, in the deserted schoolyard at twilight,
\nforming a ring, perhaps, or joining hands
\nIn games whose very names we have forgotten.
\nCome memory, let us seek them there in the shadows.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
<\/p>\n
Journey’s End<\/strong>
\nby J. R. R. Tolkien<\/strong><\/p>\nIn western lands beneath the Sun
\nThe flowers may rise in Spring,
\nThe trees may bud, the waters run,
\nThe merry finches sing.
\nOr there maybe ’tis cloudless night,
\nAnd swaying branches bear
\nThe Elven-stars as jewels white
\nAmid their branching hair.<\/p>\n
Though here at journey’s end I lie
\nIn darkness buried deep,
\nBeyond all towers strong and high,
\nBeyond all mountains steep,
\nAbove all shadows rides the Sun
\nAnd Stars for ever dwell:
\nI will not say the Day is done,
\nNor bid the Stars farewell.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
by Hans Christian Andersen<\/strong><\/p>\nThen the child opened its eyes, and looked up into the angel’s beautiful face, which beamed with happiness, and at the same moment they were in heaven, where joy and bliss reigned. The child received wings like the other angel, and they flew about together, hand in hand.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Just For Today by Vickie Tushingham<\/strong><\/p>\nJust for today, I will try to live through the next 24 hours and not expect to get over my child’s death, but instead learn to live with it just one day at a time.<\/p>\n
Just for today, I will remember my child’s life, not his death, and bask in the comforts of all those treasured days and moments we shared…<\/p>\n
Just for today, I will smile no matter how much I hurt on the inside, for maybe if I smile a little , my heart will soften and I will begin to heal.<\/p>\n
Just for today, I will reach out to comfort a relative or friend of my child, for they are hurting too, and perhaps we can comfort each other.<\/p>\n
Just for today, I will free myself from self-inflicted burden of guilt, for deep in my heart I know if there was anything in this world I could have done to save my child from death, I would have done it.<\/p>\n
Just for today, I will honor my child’s memory by doing something with another child because I know that would have made my own child proud.<\/p>\n
Just for today, I will offer my hand in friendship to another bereaved parent, for I do know how they feel.<\/p>\n
Just for today, when my heart feels like breaking, I will stop and remember that grief is the price we pay for loving, and the only reason I hurt is because I had the privilege of loving so much.<\/p>\n
Just for today, I will not compare myself with others. I am fortunate to be who I am and to have had my child for as long as I did.<\/p>\n
Just for today, I will allow myself to be happy, for I know that I am not deserting my child by living on.<\/p>\n
Just for today, I will accept that I did not die when my child did, my life did go on, and I am the only one who can make that life worthwhile once more.<\/p><\/blockquote>\n
Sudden Death Loss of a Son Quotes<\/h2>\n\n- If you suppress grief too much, it can well redouble.\u201d \u2014 Moliere
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cI love you every day. And now I will miss you every day.\u201d \u2015 Mitch Albom
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cDeath leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cA loss to us is a gain to our God so let\u2019s rejoice to those who will see him after this life.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cDo you know that a man is not dead while his name is still spoken?\u201d \u2014 Terry Pratchet
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cA flower bloomed already wilting. Beginning its life with an early ending.\u201d \u2014 R.J. Gonzales
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cHis death brings a new experience to my life \u2014 that of a wound that will not heal.\u201d \u2015 Ernst J\u00fcnger
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cYou were unsure which pain is worse \u2014 the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThe loss of a son is similar to losing a part of you, a legacy buried in darkness never to be found again.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThe longest walk home that any parent will ever take is the one after their child has \u201crun\u201d ahead of them.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThe death of my own son has made me more sensitive. It\u2019s made me more compassionate.\u201d \u2013 Rick Warren
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cAs you danced in the light with joy, love lifted you. As you brushed against this world so gently, you lifted us.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cI always live through the slow days by having hope that someday I am going to be re-united with my lovely son forever.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThe world changes from year to year, our lives from day to day, but the love and memory of you, shall never pass away.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cTo lose a son under those circumstances \u2013 a violent death like my son went through, it just puts a burden on your heart.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cSON no farewell words were spoken, no time to say goodbye, you were gone before we knew it, and only God knows why.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThe single moment when I knew that I had to get busy and do more was around the death of my son.\u201d \u2013 Bobby Rush
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThere\u2019s no tragedy in life like the death of a child. Things never get back to the way they were.\u201d \u2013 D.Eisenhower
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cI cannot bring you back, my son, but I can pray that you are smiling in heavens, knowing that your momma loves you always!\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cFor no soul can ever be replaced, and death claims a beauty and a magnificence that will always be missed.\u201d \u2015 Jocelyn Soriano
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cMy son may be a man to the world, but he will always be, my little boy to me and I love him more than most could ever believe.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cI don\u2019t need anything in this world, but to see your lovely face once again. You left me too soon, my son, and I\u2019ll miss you forever.\u201d
\n
\n<\/li>\n - \u201cTo my son, who left this world too early \u2013 I will keep the memory of you alive and I\u2019ll never stop being angry at life for driving us apart.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cA son can bear with equanimity the loss of his father, but the loss of his inheritance may drive him to despair.\u201d \u2013 Niccolo Machiavelli
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cAs someone who has lived the nightmare of losing a child, I know that the enormous hole left behind remains forever.\u201d \u2014 Arthur Honegger
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThe heavens always have a reason for taking the people you love from you. As for you my lovely son, it sounds like you were too good for earth.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThe hardest thing I have ever had to hear was that my child died. The hardest thing that I have ever done is to live every day since that moment.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cAn angel opened up the book of life and wrote down my baby\u2019s birth. Then she whispered as she closed the book, \u201cHe\u2019s too beautiful for Earth.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cDo not weep for those who have found death\u2019s embrace early, for they weep for us that linger on in this mortal world of pain.\u201d \u2015 Stewart Stafford
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cI have missed my son every second since he left me, and I have made him part of me. He never left, he just moved into my heart and memories.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cWhen I lost my son, I thought the world had come to an end, only to find that it was the beginning of something amazing, something divine.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cWhen the young bury the old, time heals the pain and sorrow. But when the process is reversed, the sorrow remains forever.\u201d \u2013 Joseph P. Kennedy
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cBut Jesus said, \u201cLet the little children come to me and do not try to stop them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.\u201d \u2013 Matthew 19:14
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cI try hiding my pain from everyone, but at night I think of your sweet face, and I wonder why death was so selfish to take you away. I miss you, my boy!\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cWe weep over the graves of infants and the little ones taken from us by death, but an early grave may be the shortest way to heaven.\u201d \u2014 Tryon Edwards
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cDear son, losing you was the worst experience of my life, yet the best things have been born of it because I have someone watching over me from heaven.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cMy dear son, I miss you so much. It keeps hurting; I can\u2019t stop crying. My eyes always search for you in the sky. My heart longs to find you in the heavens.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThere is no foot too small that it cannot leave an imprint on this world. Rest in peace, son, knowing you were an inspiration for the time we spent with you.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cToday is your birthday, and here I am at your grave gain, crying and wishing to have even a second with you. You will forever remain in my heart, dear son.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThe death of a child occasions a passion of grief and frantic tears, such as your end, brother reader, will never inspire.\u201d \u2014 William Makepeace Thackeray
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cAs a mother, losing my son meant losing a piece of my soul for good. I will keep praying that you are now safe from harm and smiling once again. Love, mom.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cI can curse the universe for taking my lovely son away from me at a very tender age, but I have a reason to smile; having the pleasure to know and love you.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cAs long as I can, I will look at this world for both of us. As long as I can, I will laugh with the birds, I will sing with the flowers, I will pray to the stars, for both of us.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cI still don\u2019t believe I will not be able to do the things I love with you. You left too early, before we had our first drink, but I hope you welcome me in eternity with one.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cEveryone on earth has that one special reason why they came to earth and losing your son means that your purpose will remain unfulfilled, which never ceases to trouble me.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cOne day, a son asked his father, \u201cWhy is it always the best people who die?\u201d The father answered, \u201cSon, if you are in a meadow, which flowers do you pick? The worst ones or the best?\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cJust as it is impossible to explain childbirth to a woman who has never given birth, it is impossible to explain child loss to a person who has never lost a child.\u201d \u2015 Lynda Cheldelin Fell
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cI was in error when I saw him as fixed and stable and thought I would have him forever. He was never fixed, nor stable, but always just a passing, temporary energy-burst.\u201d \u2015 George Saunders
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cWhen God calls little children to dwell with Him above, we mortals sometimes question the wisdom of His love. For no heartache compares with the death of one small child who does so much to make our world seem wonderful and mild.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cGrief fills the room up of my absent child, lies in his bed, walks up and down with me, puts on his pretty look, repeats his words, remembers me of his gracious parts, stuffs out his vacant garments with his form.\u201d \u2013\u00a0William Shakespeare
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cIt\u2019s all over now. He is either in joy or nothingness. So why grieve? The worst of it, for him, is over. Because I loved him so and am in the habit of loving him and that love must take the form of fussing and worry and doing.\u201d \u2015 George Saunders
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cIn loving memory of my Son: Of all the special gifts in life however great or small to have you as my son was the greatest gift of all. A special time, a special face, a special son, I can\u2019t replace. With aching heart I whisper low I miss you Son and love you so.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cThere is a sacredness in tears. They are not the mark of weakness, but of power. They speak more eloquently than ten thousand tongues. They are the messengers of overwhelming grief, of deep contrition, and of unspeakable love.\u201d \u2014 Washington Irving
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cEveryone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so that your soul has somewhere to go to when you die. And when people look at that tree or flower you planted, you\u2019re there.\u201d \u2014 Ray Bradbury
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cAn Eternal Memory Of A Much Loved SON \u2013 This is for someone wonderful as loved as one could be for you were everything in life you meant the world, you see and sometimes life can be unkind when hearts are torn in two but nothing ever could compare to the pain of losing you but all the love you left behind, forever will live on and so until we meet again rest peacefully, dear Son.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cIn memory of a special son \u2013 It\u2019s sometimes hard to know why some things happen as they do for so much joy and happiness was centered around you. It seems so hard to comprehend that you\u2019re no longer here but all the happy memories will help to keep you near. You\u2019re thought about with pride, Son with each mention of your name death cannot change a single thing the love will still remain.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cI miss my son. I pretend to be strong as I\u2019m dying within myself. The daily struggle is stressing my mind and my health. On the outside I smile for you to see I\u2019m okay because I know you want me to be over it today but it\u2019s killing me altogether, every inch of my being I miss my son and it\u2019s hard holding in my feelings I have come to terms I will no longer hide \u201d I love him so much and I carry him inside\u201d.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cMissing you on your birthday Son. To lose a fine and precious son whether man or boy, deprives the heart of all its warmth and life of so much joy. But each year on this special day we celebrate your birth, and treasure every moment that you were here on earth. We took those days for granted and never dreamt or thought, that all our lives would change so much and yours would be so short. But now we must remember that although the tears may fall, the son we\u2019ll miss forever brought sunshine to us all.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cMy Child Did Exist. I\u2019ve lost a child, I hear myself say, and the person I\u2019m talking to just turns away. Now why did I tell them, I don\u2019t understand. It wasn\u2019t for sympathy or to get a helping hand. I just want them to know I\u2019ve lost something dear. I want them to know that my child was here. My child left something behind which no one can see. My child made just one person into a family. So, if I\u2019ve upset you, I\u2019m sorry as can be. You\u2019ll have to forgive me, I could not resist. I just want you to know that my child did exist.\u201d
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\n<\/li>\n - \u201cMy son is gone, oh why did he go? We all understand, but need to repeat. It\u2019s hard to hang on and hold up my chin. Nothing\u2019s the same, never will be again. Friends, we once seemed so close but now they feel awkward and don\u2019t say a word. My son is dead! Or they say with shock, \u201caren\u2019t you over it yet?\u201d Get your life back to normal, start anew. They don\u2019t understand what am I to do? What\u2019s wrong with these people? Why can\u2019t they see? They don\u2019t understand my continued grief. My son is dead, not merely asleep. I\u2019ll never forget, this child I love. He\u2019s part of my body, my very soul without my son, I\u2019ll never be whole. We live our lives, one day at a time. Will this day come with a will to survive? My child is dead, why am I alive?\u201d<\/li>\n<\/ol>\n
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\u201cThis was how to help a family who has just lost their child. Wash the clothes, make soup. Don’t ask them what they need, bring them what they need. Keep them warm. Listen to them rant, and cry, and tell their story over and over.\u201d
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\u201cIn some aspects losing a child is like a wall, but instead of getting over it, you must carry the wall with you, wherever you go, for as long as you live.<\/p>\n
The wall is immovable.<\/p>\n
You can\u2019t go anywhere until you learn to move the wall.<\/p>\n
You are just stuck in the same place, forever.<\/p>\n
You can tug and tug all you want, there are days that the wall will not move.<\/p>\n
And there are days that it moves ever so slightly.<\/p>\n
Over time I have realized that in order to move forward, knowing that I must bring this wall with me, that the best way to do so is to metaphorically flood the soil near the wall with water, and have the wall float with me, instead of me having to carry it.<\/p>\n
Every act of love and kindness turns to water.<\/p>\n
Water and love can penetrate and move anything.<\/p>\n
It just takes time.<\/p>\n
I need to turn my wall into a raft.\u201d
\n\u2015\u00a0John A. Passaro,\u00a0<\/span>Again<\/span><\/p>\n<\/div>\n
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