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| In Loving Memory of Frankie July 2, 1962 - October 20, 1993 |
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| Please don't ask me if I am over it yet I'll never be over it Please don't tell me you know how I feel Unless you have lost a child Please don't tell me at least you had him 31 years What year would you choose for your child to die? Please just say you are sorry Please just say you remember my child, if you do Please just let me talk about my child Please, just let me cry Yes, I do know he is in a better place Yes, I do know he is FREE Yes, I do see him in my dreams Yes, I do have contact with him and know he is happy He is always around me and near me Thanks for caring |
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| Whenever you need me Just whisper my name in your heart I will be there |
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| Image Copyright 1999 Absinth Attitudes Created for Windows to the Heart An Ancient Chippewa Tradition The dream net has been made for many generations where spirit dreams have played. Hung above the cradle board or in the lodge up high, the dream net catches bad dreams while good dreams slip on by. Bad dreams become entangled among the twine thread. Good dreams slip through the center hold while you dream upon your bed. This is an ancient legend since dreams will never cease. Hang this dream net above your bed. Dream on and be at Peace |
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| When you come to the edge of all the light you know, and are about to step off into the darkness of the unknown, faith is knowing one of two things will happen: There will be something solid to stand on, or you will taught how to fly. ~Barbara J. Winter~ |
| A Birthday Poem for My Brother, Frankie July 2, 1976 written by Heidi G.I. Joe and Tonka toys lay upon the floor With a towel for his cape and a Batman mask, running in and out all day. An elf-like grin across his face, a laugh out loud, sings like a song. A little kid that I remember, not so long ago. Skateboard wheels. And bike part deals are strewn about the yard. Pleading for new Converse or a warm up suit. See Mom, everybody has one. Brown eyes that dance at the sight of fun. A body growing big and strong. A little kid that I remember, not so long ago. Surprised at the newness, he takes it all in stride. The first I.D.; so many new friends. A yellow permission slip to join the football team. A little boy that I remember, not so long ago. Toys and cars, dreams and stars. Puppies and drums, small water guns. All these and many more once held rule of his younger years. A little boy that I remember, not so long ago. Where did he go? |
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| Rainbow Bridge In loving memory of Frankie's dogs Okie ~ Snowball ~ Inky ~ Pepina |
| There is a bridge connecting Heaven and Earth. It is called the Rainbow Bridge because of its many colors. Just this side of the Rainbow Bridge, there is a land of meadows, hills and valleys with lush green grass. When a beloved pet dies, the pet goes to this place. There is always food and water, and warm spring weather. The old and frail animals are young again. Those who have been maimed are made whole again. They play all day with each other. But there is one thing missing. They are not with their special person who loved them on Earth. So each day they run and play until the day comes when one suddenly stops playing and looks up. The nose twitches! The ears are up! The eyes are staring! And this one suddenly drops from the group! You have been spotted, and when you and your special friend finally meet, you cling together in joyous reunion, never to be parted again. Your face is kissed again and again and again, and you look once more into the eyes of your trusting pet. Then you cross the Rainbow Bridge together, never again to be separated ~~Anonymous~~ |
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| A Special Christmas Story Frank's Drums Christmas 1993 In the late seventies when Frank was a teenager, he purchased an old set of used drums and spent every moment playing them. He loved those drums! He never took lessons, but was quite good on the drums and constantly improving. He was definately noisy! His friends all gathered at our house and spent many hours on those drums. During those years, I purchased a Christmas ornament to hang on our tree that was brass drums. Frank loved that ornament and it was on our Christmas tree every year. In the Christmas of 1992, when my sister Nancy and I decorated the tree, we could not find the little drums. Frank was with us the previous Christmas and he was upset that his little brass drums were lost. Sometime in August or September of 1993, he asked me if I had ever found them. I told him I would order another ornament just like it, so his drums would be on the tree this year. I filled out the order form, but I had never mailed it. Frank passed away on October 20, 1993. When I decorated our tree that year, I opened one of the boxes we had packed away the year before, and sitting right on top in the box were the little drums. I had covered the ornaments in that box with a sheet of paper towel to keep the dust out, and lyin on top of the paper towel were the drums. We had our Christmas miracle that year! What a special Christmas gift it was for us all, to have his drums once again on our Christmas tree. The drums hang right next to a special silver ornament which is a frame with a picture of Frankie in it inscribed with "31 years together." Merry Christmas Frankie.... we bless your spirit and we love you. |
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