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Thank you for always being here for me, doing all those special things light candles and the pretty graphics.  Our angels brought us together in my heart that I believe to be true.  I know my Timmy will always be in my heart, as all my angels are, so dear and close to me always & forever.

Love Bette

   

 

        "Missing You Sweet Angel"

 Our book of memories has been left wide open....

half way through, missing you, loving you ....One day we will get the chance to add more pages to our book. Remembering you on this Valentine's Day, with all my Love!  Big Hugs 2 you!

 

                                  

YouSweet Angel for watching over me feeling better slowly,heart surgerys knock you down but our sweet Angels pick you right back up,love always

Compassionate Friends - by Steven L Channing

I can tell by that look, Friend, that you need to talk,
So come take my hand, and let's go for a walk.
See, I'm not like the others; I won't shy away,
Because I want to hear what you've got to say.

Your child has died, and you need to be heard,
But they don't want to hear a single word.
They tell you your child's "with God," so be strong.
They say all the "right" things, that somehow sound wrong.

They're just hurting for you and trying to say
They'd give anything to help take your pain away.
But they're struggling with feelings they can't understand,
So forgive them for not offering a hand.

I'll walk in your shoes for more than a mile.
I'll wait while you cry, and be glad if you smile.
I won't criticize you or judge you or scorn,
I'll just stay and listen 'til your night turns to morn.

Yes, the journey is hard and unbearably long,
And I know that you think that you're not quite that strong.
So take my hand 'cause I've got time to spare,
And I know how it hurts, Friend, for I have been there.

See, I owe a debt you can help me repay
For not long ago, I was helped the same way.
And I stumbled and fell thru a world so unreal,
So believe me when I say that I know how you feel.

I don't look for praise or financial gain
And I'm sure not the kind who gets joy out of pain.
I'm just a strong shoulder who will be there 'til the end.
Someone who will be your Compassionate Friend.

 

ALL MY LOVE GLORIA ANTHONY SHALLO'S MOM XOXO

FROM KATIE WITH LOVE.

 

TO THOSE I LOVE

To those I love,

Since we parted, you have been sharing so much of ME with those around you. The memories are so fresh and real. You hold on to me so tightly in your hearts - where I shall always be.

Your concern has always been for me, but I wonder how you are doing. You will never know all of the prayers that have been prayed for you, the tears that have been shed over your grief and the concern that has been shown for you in a multitude of ways, but I find it so comforting to know you haven't been left alone.

Please know that I am not alone, either. The death that hurt you the most has given me the gift of eternal life. God's promises have been fulfilled in me. When I left you, God was there, waiting, just as He promised. I am surrounded by perfect love. Never let anyone tell you God doesn't exist. If you need to be mad at Him for awhile, that's okay; He can handle it. But never let hate, anger or bitterness fuel your emotions. Talk to Him and let him talk to you. Listen for Him in the voices of the people who love and care about you.

It is comforting to know that you hold me so close while struggling with the prospect of letting me go. You need to know that we will always be together. Eternity is not 'out there,' eternity is now! I have simply moved a little farther ahead of you.

Remember that God never wastes anything - especially love. The love that we shared on earth will be even greater in Heaven. For now, you must rest assured that I am safe in God's perfect love. I would like you to take some of the love you have for me and share it with those around you. You can never run out of love - the more you give away, the more you will have. And let others love you . you are worth loving.

Life is forever....mine has changed in the twinkling of an eye while yours is changing day-by-day and minute-by-minute. Though your lives will never be the same, that does not mean that they cannot be filled with peace, joy and love. Always look to the future. Don't be afraid of tomorrow - God's already there.... Be patient with yourselves. You will make some mistakes, and you will even find yourselves not thinking about 'me' from time to time. That's all right too.... All of my needs are being met; you need to take care of you. Hold onto one another, help each other, give hope and love to all you meet.

Above all, be prepared to welcome others into your world of grief and mourning. You are being taught valuable lessons that will need to be passed along. Some will not have your strength, many will not have your faith, and most will feel they are all alone; but all will need the love and understanding only you will be able to give. Now, your pain is the only credential you need to minister to others. When you think of me, never think of me as being alone. Think of me as smiling, laughing and enjoying all that God has prepared for me.

Finally, never believe you are alone. Do not focus on what you have lost, but look always at what you have left. You are surrounded by people who love you and care about you. Live with them, love with them, share with them and laugh with them. Make every day a celebration of life - a life that will never end. We will meet again, and until we do, know that I am very proud of you for never giving up.
I love you!

ALL MY LOVE GLORIA ANTHONY SHALLO'S MOM XOXO

Are You There?
by Diane Robertson


Misty breeze wraps about my shoulders, thinly clad.
I shiver not, despite the coolness on my skin.
Comfort, I now feel.
Is it you my precious Angel?


Are you there? I cannot hear your quiet voice,
But bird song fills the air From high treetops to grassy marsh.
I wonder – is it you, Dear? Are you there?


The roses in your garden bloom large,
And varied in hue from crimson deep, to barely pink.
I cup the velvet bud, its fragrance soothes a troubled mind.
This must be you, my precious Angel. Are you there?


Are you the fiery autumn maples,
Or the star-like flakes of snow?
Are you the sparkle in the water of the lake that we both loved,
Or, perhaps, the warmth I feel in the sand beneath my toes?



Though your quiet voice I cannot hear,
Nor can I see again your sparkling eyes,
Or feel your dainty hand laid gently on my own,
You are here.


For memory's book will never close –
Each lovely sound, or sight, or scent,
Another page from special times that we have shared.
Oh, yes! You are here child – everywhere!


ALL MY LOVE XOXO