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Memorial created 01-26-2005 by
Terrie Whiteman
Joey Marshall Whiteman
September 8 1980 - September 3 2002

Holidays


Lighting of the menorah candles
        

Chanukah present of Gelt - 1986


Christmas- 1982
         

1984- Jon-Michael and Joey


Christmas- 2002
         

Christmas 2003


Joey's last xmas gift-2001
        

Easter Bunny - 1981


Halloween - 1984
        

Halloween- 1988
 
 
 
FUZZY PUMPKIN

Halloween night, and the moon is a glow
The wind is howling it's saying  hello
Kids are all running, around through the streets
Halloween in  heaven... boy what a treat

Although it is dark there are stars in the  sky
The spirits are happy, they soar as they fly
Halloween night in heaven  is grand
A beautiful time for all in this land

Treats are available to  those that passed old
A warm special blanket so they won't catch  cold
Little small candies for sweet girls and boys...
And all kinds of  special beautiful toys

The wind is singing it's own special  song
Knowing for certain that it won't be long
Where everyone leaving  earth will be here
Although it seems distant... it really is near

Such  a special wonderful night
When heaven decides to put out the lights
So sit  back and listen and look up above...
You might catch a glimpse of the one  that you love

In loving memory of Joey and his Halloween  buddies
Lyndie
©copyright October 07 revised  09

 

 

Joey & Andre Halloween 1991

 

At the Cannoneers Party

Clown and Joey Halloween Party

 

Halloween, 1987

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

IF ONLY OUR CHILDREN WERE EASTER EGGS

...by Christine Ross in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

If only our children were Easter eggs
Hidden safely in the grass.
We could search for them and pick them up
And hold them within our clasp.

We'd have a heavenly Easter egg hunt,
All with baskets in our hands.
Searching with a broken heart.
Only WE can understand.

"Oh, look I found your child over here".
"Hey, did anyone find mine?"
They are so beautifully colored
And they sparkle and they shine..

These aren't your usual Easter eggs.
They each have their own special glow.
That comes from way down deep within.
Only a grieving parent would know.

We gather up our special eggs
With excitement all around,
For the gift that we've been given,
For the treasure we have found.

We all now stare with wonderment
At our children that have died.
We want to hold them once again
And release them from inside.

But we all begin to realize
We have to crack their beautiful shell.
The one that makes them sparkle and glow.
The one they have earned so well.

We know we can't destroy their beauty
And take them from their place.
So we give them an understanding kiss
As a tear runs down our face.

One by one we take our baskets
With our beautifully colored eggs.
And place them gently in the grass
As we turn and walk away.

We look back in amazement
As our eggs begin to sing.
We see them flutter and move about.
"Look, our eggs all now have wings!"

Then the Golden Egg begins to speak...
"Your children are safe with me.
You'll be with them when the time is right,
Together for all eternity."

We stand there in a circle of love
As we look up to the sky
Watching our radiant eggs take flight.
Knowing our children didn't die.

© 2003 - Christine Ross

 

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