God hold My Son's Hand:

God, hold my Son's hand just a little while longer, while his Mother's love grows so much stronger. When it's time for me to leave this land, Please God, give me back my loving Son's hand. To have, to hold, to cherish with all of my heart, give us a second chance, with a brand new start.... In Jesus Name, Amen:

Written By Elena (Dennis's Mom)

For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life: John 3:16

I am the way, the truth and the life: John 14:6

Because I live, ye shall live also: John 14:19

Somebody Misses You:

Somebody misses your smile, the hugs and the kisses you share. The warmth in your heart, the love in your eyes, the way that you listen and care...

Somebody misses your laughter, reassuring and kind and sincere. The touch of your hand, the sound of your voice, the comfort of knowing you're near.

Somebody misses the magic of the wonderful things that you do, the secrets you hold, the dreams you reveal, the way you make wishes come true...

Somebody waits for tomorrow, another day closer to when the hoping is ended, the wishing is over, and somebody holds you again...I Love You, Mama

I'm Free:

Don't grieve for me for now I'm free, I'm following the path God laid for me. I took his hand when I heard him call, I turned my back and left it all. I could not stay another day to laugh, to love, to work or play. Task left undone will stay that way, I found that peace at close of day. If my parting has left a void,  then fill it with remembered joy. A friendship shared, a laugh a kiss, Ah yes, these things I,  too, will miss. But not burdened with times of sorrow, I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow. My life has been full, I've savored much. Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch. Perhaps my time seemed all to brief, Lift up your hearts and share with me, God wanted me now, He set me free.

Author Unknown:

My Child:

I cannot choose the path, that you must venture to. Let your heart take the lead, in whatever you pursue. You are my child, my treasure, it's difficult to let go. Although your journey will be long, I must let you grow. If the journey weakens you, because of it's demands. I'll be walking by your side Reach out and take my hand. If you ask, I'll promise, to walk with you to the end.
But my love will be steadfast, as you round the bend...

A few days before the death of my son, I had just finished a book about a mother losing her son. This poem was in that book:

Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there, I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sunlight on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush, I am the swift uplifting rush of quiet birds in circled flight, I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there, I did not die....

Read By Mom And Dad At My Service:

Mother and Son:

Our tears, our laughter, our sadness, our smiles. Our rain, on this Earth. Our Angel on white clouds. Some day we'll come together, in a life after this, with our Father in Heaven, our Loved ones and Friends. I'll be glad for this day, for I'll know we have won, cause together we'll be Mother and Son.

Written By Elena (Dennis's Mom)

My Son:

Roses are red Violets are blue My son, I pray, God is good to you. I hope there is sunshine with skies that are clear, I hope there are blue waters with nothing to fear. I hope there are Family, Friends and Animals to love. My son, I hope there are all good things Above...Some day on Earth, my life here will die and up toward Heaven, me and my Angel will fly. Up through the gates into the Promise Land and Praise Be To God, my Son, we'll be together again, hand in hand......

Written By Elena (Dennis's Mom)

The Cord:

We are connected, my child and I, By an invisible cord Not seen by the eye. It's not like the cord That connected us til birth. This cord can't be seen by anyone on earth. This cord does its work right from the start. It bonds us together. Attached at the heart. I know that it's there.  Though no one can see the invisible cord from my child to me. The strength of this cord, It's hard to describe, It can't be destroyed. It can't be denied. It's stronger than any cord man could create, It withstands the test, Can hold any weight. And though you are gone, Though you're not here with me, The cord is still there, But no one can see. It pulls at my heart. I am bruised... I am sore. But this cord is my lifeline as never before. I am thankful that God connects us this way. A mother and child. Death can't take it away!

Author Unknown

He Only Took My Hand:

Last night while I was trying to sleep my son's voice I did hear. I opened my eyes and looked around but he did not appear.
He said,"Mom, you've got to listen". You've got to understand. God didn't take me from you, He only took my hand.
When I cried out in pain that night, The instant that I died, He reached down and took my hand, and pulled me to his side.
He pulled me up and saved me, from the misery and the pain. My body so badly wounded  I could never be the same.
My search is finally over now, I've found happiness within. All the answers to my empty dreams, And all that might have been.
I love you so and miss you too...please don't keep asking why. My body's gone forever, but my spirit will never die! So live until we meet again, and please try to understand God didn't take me from you, He only took my hand.

Author Unknown

Letter From Heaven:

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay. I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above. Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love. Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight, Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through, God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you." It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone. As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on. I need you here badly; you're part of my plan. There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man. God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do. And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you. And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight. God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears. But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain. Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain. I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned. But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand. But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er. I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before. There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb; but together we can do it by taking one day at a time. It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too... that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you. If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain, then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain." And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile, knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile. So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low, just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go. When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind; I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind. And when it's time for you to go. from that body to be free, remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Author-Ruth Ann Mahaffey Copyright 1998-2004
Written in memory of her late husband, Richard Mahaffey

My Mom Is A Survivor:

My mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said. But I can hear her crying at night, when all others are in bed.  I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand. She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand. But like the sands on the beach, that never wash away.  I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day. She wears a smile for others, a smile of disguise!  But through Heaven's door, I see the tears flowing from her eyes. My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive. But anyone that knows her knows, it is her way to survive. As I watch over my surviving mom through Heaven's open door. I try to tell her that Angels protect me forever more. I know that doesn't help her, or ease the burden she bears. So if you get a chance, go visit her and show her that you care. For no matter what she says, no matter what she feels. My surviving mom has a broken heart, that time won't ever heal.

Angel Poem:

Some say that angels come from God, borne here on wings so white, To touch some human beings life while on heavenly flight. That may be true, for so it seems to happen, now and then. Some heavenly being reaches down to touch the hearts of men..But there's another kind of gift, that comes from God to men. It happens when a human heart is filled with love again. And this can happen anytime, but human hearts are often shy, and fear what men would say, they also fail to see how Love could use them in this way. And so they miss the chance to be Somebody's Angel when a caring word, a thoughtful deed would've brought love back again. So listen, friend, and heed Love's call. To help someone in need. Somebody's Angel, on this day, Just May Be You And Me!!

Author Unknown