Tragic! / Nancy McCarty ("Memory of" friend )

This is truly a tragedy that strains at all our senses of good in the world. For a while it shocks the foundation of man, Christianity,morality, discipline,and right or wrong. IT is all blurred but after the smoke of dizzying doubt and confusion blows away there's the still words of the Master: "Fear not,for I am with you always."

"For now, you are looking through a glass darkly,and you don't understand. but the time will shortly come that you will see clearly. Lean on Me and trust against that Day."

Jamie-Leigh, from her tastefully done and beautiful memorial website, is an exceptional daughter. She will never be dimmed in memory and her love will live on .

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To Jamie  / Mom (Mom)

SOMETIMES I GRIEVE SO DEEPLY THAT I CAN HARDLY BREATHE. ONE LOOK AT YOUR PHOTOGRAPH AND THE PAIN BEGINS TO EASE. SOMETIMES I GRIEVE SO SOFTLY THAT IT HARDLY HURTS AT ALL. ONE LOOK AT YOUR PHOTOGRAPH AND THE PAIN BEGINS TO CALL. NO MATTER HOW I GRIEVE FOR YOU, ONE THING YOU WILL ALWAYS FIND, WHETHER DAY OR NIGHT, HEAVY OR LIGHT, YOU ARE ALWAYS ON MY MIND.

-UNKNOWN-

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From Compassionate Friends  / Judy (Mom)

IN LIFE AND DEATH WE ARE ALL CONNECTED TO EACH 
OTHER.  LOST LOVE IS STILL LOVE.  IT JUST TAKES 
ON A DIFFERENT FORM, THAT'S ALL.  YOU CAN'T SEE 
THEM SMILE, OR BRING THEM SOMETHING TO EAT,
OR TOUSLE THEIR HAIR, OR MOVE THEM AROUND
 A DANCE FLOOR, BUT WHEN THOSE SENSES 
(THE PHYSICAL ONES) AREN'T PUT TO USE, 
OTHER SENSES HEIGHTEN.  MEMORY BECOMES 
YOUR PARTNER.  YOU NUTURE IT, YOU HOLD IT 
CLOSE, YOU DANCE WITH IT.  LIFE HAS TO COME 
TO AN END.  LOVE DOESN'T.

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DO YOU BELIEVE  / MOM (MOM)

NOW LIFE WILL BE A LITTLE LESS SWEET, AND DEATH A LITTLE LESS BITTER...

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STARLIGHT STARBRIGHT...  / Judy (Mom)

 

Weeping may endure for a night, but joy cometh in the morning.
                                                            Psalms 30:5

While the heart grieves over what it has lost, the spirit rejoices over what it has left.      
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Grief can't be shared.  Everyone carries it alone.  His own burden in his own way.
                                                             Anne Morrow Lindbergh

You don't get to choose how you are going to die, or when.  You can decide how you are going to live now.
                                                             Joan Baez      

My dearest Jamie, your life and memories are a treasure to us.  I am trying so hard to accept the unacceptable.  I thank God for each moment we had.  And someday we will be reunited. Until then,My Girl, never forget how much you are missed and loved.

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THE SHIP  / JUDY (MOM)

I AM STANDING UPON THE SEASHORE.
A SHIP AT MY SIDE SPREADS HER WHITE SAILS TO THE OCEAN.
SHE IS AN OBJECT OF BEAUTY AND STRENGTH.
I STAND AND WATCH HER UNTIL AT LENGTH SHE HANGS LIKE A SPECK
    OF WHITE CLOUD JUST WHERE THE SEA AND THE SKY COME TO 
     MINGLE WITH EACH OTHER.

THEN SOMEONE AT MY SIDE SAYS, "THERE, SHE IS GONE!"

"GONE WHERE?" 

GONE FROM MY SIGHT.  THAT IS ALL.

HER DIMINISHED SIZE IS IN ME, NOT IN HER.
AND JUST AT THAT MOMENT WHEN SOMEONE AT MY SIDE SAYS:

"THERE, SHE IS GONE!"  THERE ARE OTHER EYES WATCHING HER COMING, AND OTHER VOICES READY TO TAKE UP THE GLAD SHOUT:


"HERE SHE COMES!"  

And that is dying.


                                     by Rev. Henry Van Dyke

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