In tears I saw you sinking, and watched you pass away.
My heart was almost broken, I wanted you to stay.
But when I saw you sleeping, so peaceful, free from pain,
how could I wish you back with me to suffer that again.
It broke my heart to lose you, but you did not go alone.
For part of me went with you, the day God took you home.
If Roses grow in Heaven, Lord please pick a bunch for me.
Place them in my Mother's arms and tell her they're from me.
Tell her that I miss her, and when she turns to smile,
place a kiss upon her cheek and hold her for awhile.
Remembering her is easy, I do it every day.
I think of her as living, in the hearts of those she touched.
For nothing loved is ever lost, and she was truly loved so much.
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You have been in my thoughts and memory so much recently. I am on an unexpected journey that could have never happened if it weren't for you. You will always be my best friend in this world. I love you Mom.
Slow Dance
This not a story about Mom, but a poem I came across that I thought was important to share. It was supposedly written by a young girl who was terminally ill, however, I am not able to substantiate it. A thought provoking poem just the same. Enjoy.... Mary
Slow Dance
Have you ever watched kids
play on a merry-go-round?
Or listened to the rain
slapping on the ground?
Ever follow a
Butterfly's erratic flight?
Or gazed at the sun
into the fading night?
........
You better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
........
Do you run through each day
on the fly?
When you ask "How are you?",
do you hear the reply?
When the day is done
do you lie in your bed,
with the next hundred chores
running through your head?
........
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
........
Ever told your child,
we'll do it tomorrow,
and in your haste
not see his sorrow?
Ever lost touch,
let a good friendship die,
cause you never had time
to call and say "Hi"?
........
Better slow down.
Don't dance so fast.
Time is short.
The music won't last.
........
When you run so fast
to get somewhere,
do you miss half the fun of getting there?
When you worry and hurry
through your day,
it is like an unopened gift,
thrown away.
........
Life is not a race.
Do take it slower.
Hear the music,
before the song is over....
Growing up on the farm, Aunt Blanche, Dad's youngest sister, was a favorite of mine. We always looked forward to her visits and were thrilled when Mary Jo was born and began visiting us, too.
As special events came and went in our lives, Aunt Blanche never missed sending a card or note. A bit of humor was always tucked in and we thoroughly enjoyed hearing from her.
Aunt Blanche, along with Aunt Mary and Uncle Gilbert, helped us through one of life's most difficult periods... our Jamey's battle with cancer and her eventual death. Trips to Denver Children's Hospital, stays at McDonald House, and everything in between were made less difficult by knowing Aunt Blanche could accommodate us for an overnight and provide tremendous medical insight to the ravages of T-Cell Lymphoma.
Jamey looked forward to Blanche's visits - Blanche referred to herself as the "Bag Lady" and would show Jamey the "stuff" she carried in it. Most importantly, she gave Jamey, Joel, and Jocelyn reasons to smile. Case in point --- one trip to Denver for chemotherapy, Aunt Blanche gave Jamey a big realistic looking rubber spider. She loved it and, to everyone's surprise, hid it under her t-shirt. The scream of the oncology nurse who watched it tumble out that day brought laughter to everyone getting chemo. Soon, nurses and Drs. from elsewhere in the unit were dropping by to see Jamey and to let her know how much fun she had created. She couldn't wait to let Aunt Blanche know what she and the spider had done!
We will miss our Aunt Blanche, the last direct connection to my Dad's family.
Peace and joy, Aunt Blanche. Our love for you endures.
Larry
(Larry and Marty Viterna)