A Letter to Mommy
By Lana Golembeski -
Dear ones….Alicia guided my fingers tonight…and wrote this poem. It is from her…and God to all of us still here. Wish I could read it to you but I can’t read it without crying. I know she is right here with me. Sending you all my love and being thankful for the [...]
Thankful for Son’s Years: An Article About Eric Hipple and Real Men Do Cry
gloria horsley (gloriahorsley@yahoo.com) thought you might be interested inreading the following story, which appeared on deseretnews.com on Thursday, November 27, 2008. See the Link below.
THANKFUL FOR SON’S YEARS
The story begins and ends with a grave on a grassy hill in Logan. Jeffrey
Daniel Hipple is buried here under a polished, black granite headstone, with the
image of [...]
Why Can’t I Cry?
I’m not sure what to say, but feel compelled to write something. My 38 yr old daughter Colleen died May 20, 2008. I spoke to her that morning, she was feeling better than she had for 2 weeks. I was in another state with my younger daughter she & her husband were to adopt a [...]
Our Thanksgiving Message for You
Dear friends of the blog,
Heidi and I want to wish you a thoughtful Thanksgiving. For some of you it will be a more happy event than for others. We encourage you to take care of yourself. Don’t overdue. Arrive a little later and give yourself permission to leave a little early. Take a nap or [...]
How Can it Be?
By Kim Hodne -
How can it be?
The fifth Thanksgiving without you
Why do I still yearn for you to appear?
And request the apple raisin stuffing
This time of year
I feel the cloak of sadness upon me
It feels heavy and scratchy
Weighing me down
I visit your resting place
And lean up against you
But cry that you are not really there
I [...]
A POEM FOR LITTLE HAYLEE MAZZELLA 9-13-08
By Shelli -
I wrote you a new poem, little Haylee. It’s called “Always, Always, Always.”
ALWAYS, ALWAYS, ALWAYS
For Haylee, Mommy, & MeMaw
Love, Shelli
Always happy, heartfelt smiles
Graced her dear sweet face
Always sweetness filled the air
When she was in the place
Always always she would laugh
And grin those precious grins
Always when I looked at her
Sweetness colored the lens
Always she [...]
Memories
By Lana Golembeski -
All that remains are the memories
Of your laugh, your smile, and you.
Faded photographs remind me of happier times
I look at your pictures
I touch your face
Your hair
But it isn’t you.
Those are just pictures that bring back the
Memories
I can see your love of life
Your love of friends
Your love of living
In each picture of your [...]
