Earl Paul Roberts III (Scooby)
June 30, 1973 - February 26, 2004
My angel Scooby, this is my second Christmas without you son, it seems like only yesterday that we were all together for Christmas, gathered with our family and friends enjoying the christmas dinner, I'll never forget your favorites. My heart is broken now my son, since you went away, I miss your smiling face and laughter with each day that passes by. I have dreamed of you a lot lately, seems as though when I am at my lowest point you come to me in my sleep. Some days I feel as though I can't go on another day without you, Scooby.
You were loved by me and your family, and I will go on loving you till God calls me home and we will be together again forever. You are missed more than you will ever know, son. Death may separate us physically, but you will always live on in my heart and memory.
Loving you yesturday, today, tomarrow and for all eternity,
Merry Christmas Scooby.
Love forever
"MA"
When snowflakes dance on winter winds, and colorful light shine Christmas cheer,
when children's laughter fills the air, and families gather from far and near,
I try to celebrate with them, and try not to let my hurting show,
but the empty space within my heart, at this season seems to grow,
till often times it fills the days and many night-times too,
with aching thoughts and memories of Christmas I spent with you....
Yes memories do hurt, it's true,
but I have this feeling too,
I'm so glad I hold these memories, for with them I hold a part of you.....
So for now I'll wipe away the tears and join loved ones dear,
to celebrate this Christmas time, for I know in my heart you're here...........
I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below
with tiny lights like heaven's stars reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular please wipe away that tear
for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear
but the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you of the joy their voices bring
for it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart
for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I can't tell you of the splendor or the peace here in this place
Can you just imagine Christmas with our Savior face to face?
I'll ask him to lift your spirit as I tell him of your love
so then pray for one another as you lift your eyes above.
Please let your hearts be joyful and let your spirit sing
for I am spending Christmas in heaven and I'm walking with the King.
Wanda Bencke, "copyright 1998"
published by permission
Written by Sharon J. Bryant
Mom, tomorrow I will be there
Though you may not see
I'll smile and remember
The last Christmas, with you and me
Don't be sad mom
I'm never far away
Your heart has hidden sight
My memory will always stay
I watched as you touched the ornaments
Sometimes a tear was shed as you did
I touched you gently on your shoulder
And on tiptoes I proudly stood
I'm only gone for a little while mom
I'm waiting for the day to be
When God calls out your name mom
We'll be together, just you wait and see
But until that time comes
Carry on as you did when I was there
I tell the angels how much I love you
There are angels here everywhere!
I stand behind you some days
When I know that you are sad
I want you to be happy mom
It would make my heart so glad
So on this Christmas Eve, Mom
Think of me as I will be thinking of you
And touch that special ornament
That I once made for you
I love you mom and dad, also
I know you know I do
And I'll be waiting here for you
When your earthly life is through
Love, Your child in Heaven
~For Bereaved Parents~
'Twas the month before Christmas
and I dreaded the days,
That I knew I was facing~
this holiday craze.
The stores were all filled
with holiday lights,
In hopes of drawing customers
by day and by night.
As others were making their holiday plans,
My heart was breaking ~ I couldn't understand.
I had lost my dear child a few years before,
And I knew what my holiday had in store.
When out of nowhere, there arose such a sound,
I sprang to my feel and was looking around,
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.
The sight that I saw took my breath away,
And my tears turned to smiles in the light of the day.
Whae what to my wondering eyes should appear,
But a cluster of butterflies flustering near.
With beauty and grace they performed a dance,
I knew in a moment this wasn't by chance.
The hope that they gave me was a sign from above,
That my child was still near me and that I was loved.
The message they brought was my holiday gift,
And I cried when I saw them in spite of myself.
As I knelt closer to get a better view,
One allowed me tp pet it - as it knew -
That I needed the touch of its fragile wings,
To help me get through the holiday scene.
In the days that followed I carried the thought,
Of the message the butterflies left in my heart -
That no matter what happens or what days lie ahead,
Our children are with us - they're not really dead.
Yes, the message of the butterflies still rings in my ears,
A message of hope - a message so dear.
And I imagined they sang as they flew out of sight,
"To all bereaved parents - We love you tonight!"
~ By Faye McCord, TCF, Jackson. MS
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