| CATHY~MOM OF DAVID GIRAUD | TO SOMEONE SPECIAL | October 30, 2010 |
"We're alike you and I
And we need each other.
Don't turn away but give me your hand
And for a time we can cease to be strangers.
And become who we truly are,
A family closer than blood.
United by a bond that was forced upon us--
But a bond that can make us stronger,
Still wounded and not sure,
But stronger because our sorrows are shared."
"WE NEED NOT WALK ALONE"
~ By Judy Dickey ~
| Zora Blekić Milina mama | Svijeće za Dušni dan | October 29, 2010 |
| Zora Blekić Milina mama | Gospe čuvaj lijepog anđela | October 28, 2010 |
| mom 2 Waylon Kitchens | Thinkin of you | October 27, 2010 |
Happy Halloween
| Claudia mom to ~Rocky Lindley~ | Happy Halloween Handsome Dragan | October 26, 2010 |
| Zora Blekic | Naši anđeli | October 26, 2010 |
| Claudia mom to ~Rocky Lindley~ | Thank You for Remembering ~Rocky~ | October 20, 2010 |
Randy and I would like to thank you for the beautiful graphics & candles and all the love and support on this difficult day. This day was comforted by all your love and support, Dragan. xo
Love Randy and Claudia
| Aunt Jo to Leah Avril | ~*~A belated birthday wish~*~ | October 19, 2010 |
Dragan Jovic'
Oct.14, 1985~Sept.12, 2009
~Always in our Heart~
Thank you for remembering our Angel Leah with all the candles and graphics. They are so appreciated.
| CATHY~MOM OF DAVID GIRAUD | FOR A VERY SPECIAL PERSON | October 16, 2010 |
| mom to Angel Darko Durbic | How we Survive | October 14, 2010 |
How We Survive
If we are fortunate,
we are given a warning.
If not,
there is only the sudden horror,
the wrench of being torn apart;
of being reminded
that nothing is permanent,
not even the ones we love,
the ones our lives revolve around.
Life is a fragile affair.
We are all dancing
on the edge of a precipice,
a dizzying cliff so high
we can't see the bottom.
One by one,
we lose those we love most
into the dark ravine.
So we must cherish them
without reservation.
Now.
Today.
This minute.
We will lose them
or they will lose us
someday.
This is certain.
There is no time for bickering.
And their loss
will leave a great pit in our hearts;
a pit we struggle to avoid
during the day
and fall into at night.
Some,
unable to accept this loss,
unable to determine
the worth of life without them,
jump into that black pit
spiritually or physically,
hoping to find them there.
And some survive
the shock,
the denial,
the horror,
the bargaining,
the barren, empty aching,
the unanswered prayers,
the sleepless nights
when their breath is crushed
under the weight of silence
and all that it means.
Somehow, some survive all that and,
like a flower opening after a storm,
they slowly begin to remember
the one they lost
in a different way...
The laughter,
the irrepressible spirit,
the generous heart,
the way their smile made them feel,
the encouragement they gave
even as their own dreams were dying.
And in time, they fill the pit
with other memories
the only memories that really matter.
We will still cry.
We will always cry.
But with loving reflection
more than hopeless longing.
And that is how we survive.
That is how the story should end.
That is how they would want it to be.
