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A friend had this posted on her FB page & I thought it was beautiful & wanted to share it!
I pray you all have a Blessed & Happy New Year!
Hugs
Kim

Bereavement can leave you bleak and bitter; it can make some people cry abuse at the universe, or at God; it can strengthen others in their faith or acceptance. Whatever, and there are no rules, when we come here we know one thing — that we are not alone. Holding hands in our imaginations, or actually holding them, what we do is this: we make a circle of our own, private grief and share, even if briefly, the pain of others. That is being part of humanity. That is one aspect of the power of love.

“And what is causing that power to come into being? The pure, the strong, the permanent, the endless individual love for those children, of whatever age, who ought to have outlived us, yet did not. The very fact that we are all here, experiencing this circle of light together . . . proves beyond doubt . . . the simple fact that love is stronger than death.

Please give gifts to the parents whose birthdays appear on the right side of the page.

Let's give a little squeeze on the hands that we hold.

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Hello everyone.
It has been a while since we have all talked. I hope you are all doing well. I check in every once in a while to reconnect with you.
Missing my son is always the priority in my life.
I get angry at times, mostly I weep. I know he is in heaven, but I cry at the thought of him not being here. Not seeing his neices and new baby nephew, not seeing his sister grow into a wonderful lady. Not being here to tease her, he always knew how to get her upset, then make her laugh suddenly. they were so close, closer than I knew.
Not here to push his a bit lazy big brother. he got us all going. he was always eager to move on to the next best thing. he kept us on a fast pace.there was excitement in life.
It's been so lonely without him here.
I quess I just wanted to share my thoughts.
with Love,
Walker's Mom.

Very quiet here these days, hope that everyone is doing all right. Always here if the going gets tough. Love Marianne

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there, I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow;
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain;
I am the gentle autumn's rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush,
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry.
I am not there; I did not die.
Mary E. Frye

Our dear friend, nanakim, I have just heard, has reached the end of her journey and will soon be reunited with her beloved son. A great and brave lady who will leave a hole in many hearts. Love you Kim.