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Dear Child In Heaven

You were a blessing to us all,
You were a special child.
And we're so glad God sent you,
to be with us awhile.
You filled our hearts with happiness,
and made our lives complete.
The time we had with you,
was far too short but sweet.
Some things we don't find easy,
to accept or understand.
Till we realize they're part of
Our Creator's Plan.
Now it comforts me to know..
You're with Angels above,
While in our hearts, we hold you close
Surrounded always ....by our love.

                            - author unknown -

                     My Dad Is A Survivor

                        My Dad is a survivor,
                       or so I've heard it said.
                      But I can hear him crying
                     when all others are in bed.
                    I watch him lay awake at night
                      and go to hold his hand.
                    He doesn't know I'm with him
                       to help him understand.

                  But like the sands upon the beach
                       that never wash away...
                        I watch over my Dad,
                     who thinks of me each day.
                    He wears a smile for others...
                         A smile of disguise.
                  But through heaven's open door
                  I see tears flowing from his eyes.

                 My Dad tries to cope with my death
                      to keep my memory alive.
                     But anyone who knows him
                    Knows it's his way to survive.
                  As I watch over my surviving Dad
                    through heaven's open door...
                           I try to tell him
                   Angels protect me forever more.

                    I know that doesn't help him...
                    Or ease the burden he bears.
                 So if you get a chance, talk to him...
                    And show him that you care.
                    For no matter what he says...
                       No matter what he feels.
                My surviving Dad has a broken heart
                      that time won't ever heal.

                                                     - author unknown -          
With the death of every
friend I love ... part of me
has been buried ... but
their contribution to my
being of happiness,
strength and understanding
remains to sustain me
in an altered world.

   - Helen Keller -

             When You Remember Me

"When you remember me, it means that you have carried
something of who I am with you, that I have left some mark
of who I am on who your are.

It means that you can summon me back to your mind even
though countless years and miles may stand between us.

It means that if we meet again you will know me.

It means that even if I die, you can still see my face and
hear my voice and speak to me in your heart.

For as long as you remember me, I am never eternally lost.
When I'm feeling most ghost like, it's your remembering me
that helps remind me that I actually exist.

When I'm feeling sad, it's consolation. When I'm feeling
happy it's part of why I feel that way.

If you forget me, one of the ways I remember who I am will
be gone.  If you forget me, part of who I am will be gone!"

                                      - Elie Hohman -

This poem was found among the belongings of Elizabeth Hohman, a
few days after the 17 year-old perished in an auto accident.  Re-printed
by permission of her family.  Visit her memorial web pages:
                           Elizabeth - "A Candle In The Wind"
       Where have you gone my friend?
                 Can you hear my voice cry out your name
                      from the veil that seperates us now?
            Your face fills my eyes, now clouded with tears,
               Your voice drowned out by the pouring rain,
    that washes away my footprints leading to your resting place.
                     My heart aches, beating in my chest,
                          empty now of your friendship.
                          Why have you gone from us?
                    Gone beyond the madness and despair
                   that we are left with; Wondering "Why?"
                      Screaming at the injustice of it all...
                                agonizing without you.
               Asking ourselves; "What is the reason for the
   taking of one so young, so loved, with so much ahead of him?"
         "How do we go on?  How do we begin to understand?"
             I guess that we must understand the ways of man,
are not the ways of God, and that although we loved and needed you,
                          He must have needed you more.

           - Amy Beatty & Wanda Keister -

E-mail Wanda at: lady_rebel20012001@yahoo.com
This page was last updated: August 1, 2009
"For Your Light "RACHEL"
Will Forever Shine In Momma's Heart"

Rachel, my only child was in a tragic automobile accident on April 19, 2000, at the age of 23.  A 1994 graduate of Clermont Northeastern High School, Clermont, Ohio, also a 1998 graduate of Eastern Ky. University, Richmond, Kentucky. Rachel, had worked very hard to get herself through college, she taught at Gallatin County School in Warsaw, Kentucky, and this was her first year teaching.  She and another teacher shared driving to work.  On their way to work April 19, 2000, Christina was driving that day and pulled in the path of a gravel truck. It claimed both their lives.

Rachel was so proud and enthusiastic about her job as a teacher. Rachel brought out the best in her 4th grade class. I have had numerous cards and letters from her students and parents telling me how Rachel had helped their children. I am so proud of that.  For that is what Rachel would've wanted to hear.  Rachel always gave of herself till it hurt.  I thank God most of all for the day that Rachel gave her heart to Jesus Christ on October 4th, 1986. That gives me the comfort of knowing that she is in the arms of Jesus and dining at the Master's table. Rachel is my little Angel watching over her momma now. I want and need to feel her presence everyday. I will join her when Jesus calls my name. 

Rachel, I can't wait to see your beautiful Smile once again.  I didn't get to tell you goodbye and hold and kiss you before you left me and that makes me so sad. Rachel, you know how very proud I am of you. You have always been my inspiration and my light. You have always been the reason I wanted to live. Now you are the reason I want to be in heaven. Dear Lord take care of my little angel until I get there.  I long to hold you in my arms once again.

         - With all my love, Your Momma -

Visit Rachel M. McCalla's memorial site, created by her mother:
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