~ IN LOVING MEMORY OF
MICHAEL DAVID SULLIVAN ~
February 14,1967 - April 22,1996


The Storyteller
Written in loving memory of Michael by Nico Crowkiller-Scherr

He sits so quietly and waits,
he knows they will come near.

Children with wings that make them
soar so high without fear.

In his lap he holds a book,
golden ribbon in a page.

A child longs to hear his words
he beckons him to come near.

He opens the book and his wings
spread wide to welcome this child dear.

As he reads they gather round to hear
his word so soft and clear.

These angel children he calls his
and the stories he has told

Are as one combined in his heart
that we can all hold.

And here is Nico's story of her "angel dream" and how Michael's poem came to be written....
Not too long after we started The Tears In Heaven Orginization I met Linda and Pat through you with the Internet. We didn't have the printer yet, so I was holding everything on my hard drive. Not a very smart thing to do when you have a used computer like Niccibot.

It was late night on March 11 or 12, just a few days after Nicci's 1st Angel anniversery. I had stayed up to relax and settle in after handling the days work. When I went to rest that's when this dream or visit happened.

I could see through what looked to be clouds along a path, my Nicci sitting playing with someone. As I walked closer I could see him more clearly. He sat playing with 2 angels. The young lady, very pretty, with short curled reddish hair held her arms out as he tried to climb into her lap and settled in. The other angel, a very handsome young man, looked as though he was military, Army or Navy. Sat with a smile watching my son climb. In his lap he held a book. Old... the name on the book I could see, Twain, but not the title. My thoughts turned to Tom Sawyer or Huck Finn. A golden ribbon marked his place. As Nicci sat playing he kept trying to reach and hand me something. But each time I went to take it, it would vanish into the clouds. He'd sit and giggle and try again. As the dream faded I could see him wave good-bye and the male angel's wings spread to protect them and the female picked Nicci up. Then they were gone.

I woke to realize what Nicci was trying to tell me. Something was going to happen with the computer and nothing was saved. The next day, we got our old Panasonic printer. And I printed all of my e-mails that had come in. About a day or so later, Pat sent me her Mitzy's web page and I went to it. The angel I had seen in my dream, taking care of my son was Mitzy. Something she had done hundreds of time here on earth. Her love for all children. A week or so later, another friend of ours, Cindy Jo sent Linda's Michael's picture through. There was Nicci's storyteller. The first thing I did was to e-mail you and you were the one to tell me to let them know about the dream. I did. And to my surprise... Linda had never spoken to anyone about Michael's love for reading books, or that he had her place a special book away. Written by Twain. Less then 3 days later, Niccibot crashed and lost every piece of data she held.

So our 3 angels were very much telling me something. About a month later, I was sitting at my computer one night the thought of the dream came to me. I have always dabbled in writing poems and short stories. Mainly for my kids. But that night talking to Mom Linda and Mom Pat, Steve and my Cyber-Mom's, hit my heart and things just flowed like they almost never do for me when I write. So in my heart of hearts, I know that my little guy, Nicomah, has two very special angels that watch over him. Michael and Mitzy.

Nicomah Patrick-Micheal Crowkiller-Scherr 2/1/99 - 3/9/99

Nicci's Special Page

Melissa "Mitzy" Romnes 6/11/64 - 12/14/98

Mitzy

In getting these memorial pages for my son, Michael, done, I want you to know that it helps me believe that I am keeping his life and memory alive. As his mom my biggest fear is that his memory will be forgotten and not carried on, so it is a comfort knowing somewhere someone will read these pages; they will touch their hearts, and they'll sign the guestbook, and his memory is alive through them. If I cannot keep Michael's memory alive in the hearts of people, then he has surely died!!!! I also want to say to all grieving moms in the world ~ and unfortunately there are many of us ~ that my prayers are with you. I know how completely different your lives are now... the pain, the suffering, the grieving, and the loneliness you now live with. Please know that there are moms out there who understand and care, and send prayers all the time. So please just try to feel them in your now broken hearts. I do care and understand! Last, but certainly not least, if you are the spouse of a terminally ill child, please try to be kind, even though you are in pain too....... Remember, to your spouse's family they are a child, brother, uncle, etc..... your spouse's roots are part of what you should love. Their parents gave the life you love. Don't try to undo what god had already given them in life. Your love alone is not what can help them.....not alone. Do not take control, do not be mean, do not take actions you can never take back, or forgive yourself for. Don't try to erase people from his life as they have already been a big part of thatlife. The pain you are suffering, remember, so are the family and dear friends. Think long and hard before you act, do not add to other people's grief as they grieve the same way you do. Be kind, and that kindness will be returned. Let all grieve for your spouse for whatever part he was in their lives. Most of all, try to remember there are many different types of love for the same person, and you do not suffer alone. If this message prevents one family from going through added pain and grief ~ if it helps one family through a horrible time ~ then part of my prayers have been answered... and the hand I have put out trying to help has indeed been grabbed.
Thinking of you all
Linda
mom to Michael forever ~
who is truly "the wind beneath my wings"




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