

This Candle is a gift from Reeny

A Year Gone By
I sit on the porch today,
At times I sit and look out my window,
But today I sit where you sat,
Meditating on the year gone by
Since you’ve gone to rest.
I remember the first few days,
My body numb, my eyes filled with tears,
My heart ached with unbearable pain,
I felt withdrawn from the world.
I felt alone and lost all hope.
But then, when I silently cried in agony,
He came to me and loved me still.
Since that day He’s been my friend,
He’s my comforter and my strength.
In Him I found what I needed to survive.
Today I am stronger,
My faith continues to grow,
And I now have hope.
Holidays without you have come and gone,
Your birthday, although you were not there,
Was not forgotten but celebrated the love you left behind.
A year has passed, a year with out you,
I still do not understand but I am now able to move on.
I try to remember your face,
I try to remember the sound of your voice,
I still replay your last words spoken to me,
I can still see you smile.
I continue to treasure the memories.
I dream of you often and who you’d be today.
There will be many more years to come,
Many more holidays and birthdays,
But in my heart you will stay.
There will always be tears and pain,
But through Him I will begin again.
As for today and days to come,
I will quietly sit on my porch,
I will reflect and remember,
I will look for joy in what I still have.
I will accept the things I cannot change.
I will become strong and share the hope that He gave to me.
I will continue to lift my eyes unto the heavens,
Knowing that someday I shall see your face once more.
A year has passed and I have never stopped loving you,
And I never will.
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In loving memory of my beloved son
Johnathan Michael Young
Who went to rest August 9/2006 at age 19
© Sindy Vorderstrasse 08/09/07
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His Journey's Just Begun
Don't think of him as gone away--
his journey's just begun,
life holds so many facets--
this earth has only one.
Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days or years.
Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.
And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched...
for nothing loved is ever lost--
and he was loved so much.
© E Brenneman
This poem was on a card
given to me when he passed
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A gift from Christel from Heart of Friendship group

This Gift is from Carol Heart of Friendship group


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Art in main image is by © Jim Warren
Graphics and design by © Sindy's Creations
Song playing is mp3 titled "Dancing With the Angels" by Monk & Neagle
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