I find myself many days reading poetry and letters from other moms that have lost a loved
one and brings some comfort to me each day. I want to share some I have found and I pray that you may also find some
comfort in them. Love to all, Patti
Date: 11/29/2007 2:26:16 PM
Subject: In reguards to Dustin
I found out a month ago today about Dustin. I do not have
a myspace but a face book and notice on Amber's profile that it said Dustin was her hero. I went to junior high with
Dustin and Amber Young and all of the others. It has been hard for me to grasp the fact that this is true.
Dustin had been on my heart for a few months and I had wanted to find him and give him his flag. You might remember
me calling your house when he was in the Marines to get his address. I wrote him and never heard back. I had numerous
friends who joined the service after we graduated (I graduated in 2001 as well from Mayde Creek). I got yard flags and
put the persons name and branch of service on the flag and flew it. It was my goal to give the flag to that person once
they got out of the service or returned home.
I always remember Dustin having a smile on
his face, laughing, being everyone's friend. I was home schooled from 2-6th grade and it was awkward for me in junior
high but Dustin always had the cool factor going on.
I remember when he accepted Jesus. I just wanted to jump up and down. He really
began to shine then.
I don't have any stories. I don't' have many pictures (all would need
to be scanned.).
My heart is so graved that he is gone. I know I will see him one day.
I am so greatfull for his service as a Marine.
Could you please tell me where Dustin is buried?
I would like to pay my respects and give him his flag.
Thank you for the tribute site.
All my love and sympathy.
Angel In My Pocket
By Virginia Ellis ©1999
I am a tiny angel
I'm smaller than your thumb:
I live in people pockets
That's where I have my fun.
I don't suppose you've seen me,
I'm too tiny to detect:
Though I'm with you all the time,
I doubt we've ever met.
Before I was an Angel...
I was a fairy in a flower:
God, Himself, hand-picked me,
And gave me Angel power.
Now God has many Angels
That He trains in Angel pools:
We become His eyes, and ears, and
We become His special tools.
And because God is so busy,
With way too much to do;
He said that my assignment
Is to keep close watch on you.
When He tucked me in your Pocket
He blessed you with Angel care;
Then told me to never leave you,
And I vowed always to be there.
Go ahead and mention my child
The one that died,
Don't worry about hurting me further
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry
I'm already crying inside
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent
Pretending it doesn't exist
I'd rather you'd mention my child
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I'm doing
I say "pretty good" or "fine"
But healing is something on-going
I feel it will take a lifetime.
By Elizabeth Dent
You Are Special
Long, long ago God made a decision
a very important decision...
one that I'm really glad He made.
He made the decision to make you.
The same hands that made the stars
The same hands that made the canyons
The same hands that made the trees
the moon and the sun made you.
That's why you are so special. God
He made you in a very special way.
He made your eyes so they would twinkle.
He made your mouth so you could smile.
He made your laugh so you could giggle.
God made you like no one else.
If you looked all over the world
- in every city in every
house - there would be no one else
no one with your eyes,
no one with your mouth,
no one with your laugh.
You are very, very special.
Light a Candle
Light a candle for those we mourn.
Into a new life they will be born.
Do not look for them at the gravesite.
They are somewhere else radiating their beautiful light.
They have gone to a new world where there is no darkness, no pain.
Their light and essence will always remain.
Light a candle for those who have left this mortal place.
They are free to travel through time and space.
When we think of them, they are near.
When we sit in a beautiful garden. Their voices we hear.
When we listen to a divine symphony,
We close our eyes, their faces we see.
Light a candle for they have not really gone.
With each flickering flame, in your hearts they will always belong.
© A.Pell 24/08/2005
And God Said..
I said, "God, I hurt."
And God said, I know."
I said, "God, I cry
And God said, "That is why I gave you tears."
I said, "God, I am so depressed."
And God said, "That is
why I gave you Sunshine."
I said, "God, life is so hard."
And God said, "That is why I gave you loved ones."
said, "God, my loved one died."
And God said, "So did mine."
I said, "God, it is such a loss."
And God said,
"I saw my son nailed to a cross."
I said, "God, but your loved one lives."
And God said, "So does yours."
said, "God, where are they now?"
And God said, "Mine is on My right and yours is in the Light."
I said, "God, it
And God said, "I know."
Posted on the wall at the
Oklahoma City bombing site
by K. C. and Myke Kuzmic
The Compassionate Friends
I can tell by that look, friend,
that you need to talk,
So come take my hand and let's
go for a walk.
See, I'm not like the others;
I won't shy away,
Because I want to hear what
you've got to say.
Your child has died, and you
need to beheard,
But they don't want to hear
a single word.
They tell you your child's
"with God," so be strong.
They say all the "right" things
that somehow sound wrong.
They're just hurting for you
and trying to say
They'd give anything to help
take your pain away.
But they're struggling with
feelings they can't understand,
So forgive them for not offering
I'll walk in your shoes for
more than a mile.
I'll wait while you cry and
be glad if you smile.
I won't criticize you or judge
you or scorn,
I'll just stay and listen
'til your night turns to morn.
Yes, the journey is hard and
And I know that you think
that you're not quite that strong.
So take my hand 'cause I've
got time to spare,
And I know how it hurts, friend,
for I have been there.
See, I owe a debt you can
help me repay
For not long ago, I was helped
the same way.
And I stumbled and fell thru
a world so unreal,
So believe me when I say that
I know how you feel.
I don't look for praise or
And I'm sure not the kind
who gets joy out of pain.
I'm just a strong shoulder
who will be there 'til the end.
Someone who will be your compassionate
Don't Tell Me
(In Memory of Shane) Copyright
Please don’t tell me
you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost your
Please don’t tell me
my broken heart will heal,
Because that is just not true,
Please don’t tell me
my son is in a better place,
Though it is true, I want
him here with me,
Don’t tell me someday
I’ll hear his voice, see his face,
Beyond today I cannot see,
Don’t tell me it is
time to move on,
Because I cannot,
Don’t tell me to face
the fact he is gone,
Because denial is something
I can’t stop,
Don’t tell me to be
thankful for the time I had,
Because I wanted more,
Don’t tell me when I
am my old self you will be glad,
I’ll never be as I was
What you can tell me is you
will be here for me,
That you will listen when
I talk of my child,
You can share with me my precious
You can even cry with me for
And please don’t hesitate
to say his name,
Because it is something I
long to hear everyday,
Friend please realize that
I can never be the same,
But if you stand by me, you
may like the new person I become someday.
This is in
honor of the Moms who have lost a child. Whether it be their only child or they have other surviving children, the pain is
the same...it still hurts and will hurt forever.
don't know how to express sympathy to someone who lost a child. I read an article shortly after my son's death that helped
me to get out the word. It's up to us to educate people who don't know how to react to you or who do not know what to say
in your time of need. Maybe this article will help us all!
a teenage son in an automobile accident, I found that there are a lot of people who have no idea how to express sympathy or
deal with me since the tragedy."
"I don't like
to be avoided or treated as if my son never existed. Don't tell me, 'I know how you feel.' If it hasn't happened to you, there
is no way you can come close to knowing the terrible grief that comes from losing a child."
six months people came up to me and say, 'It's time to get on with your life.' They have no idea that the grieving process
can sometimes take two years or longer. All people need to do is say they are sorry and then treat me the way they have always
treated me. They can bring up my son in ordinary conversation. I like to talk about him just as they like to talk about their
children. I wanted to share my feelings in the hope that I might help educate those who have had no idea how to behave or
what to say to a grieving parent."
was signed by a Beaumont Mother.