Born to Heaven on February 26, 2003
And Angel JoJo,
October 14, 1975 - September 14, 2001
This Is Halloween!
Goblins on the doorstep,
Phantoms in the air,
Owls on witches gateposts
Giving stare for stare,
Cats on flying broomsticks,
Bats against the moon,
Stirrings round of fate-cakes
With a solemn spoon,
Whirling apple parings,
Figures draped in sheets,
Dodging, disappearing,
Up and down the streets,
Jack-o-lanterns grinning,
Shadows on a screen,
Shrieks and starts with laughter
This is Halloween!
By: ~Dorothy Brown Thompson
I never got to meet you
But I know each one of you.
Mommy told me all about you
And she said you love me too.
I'm living up in heaven now
There's lot's of angels here,
Sometimes we play hide and seek
And thru the clouds they let me peek.
I wasn't meant to live on earth
So God took me home at birth.
But when you see a shooting star
Please know that I'm not very far.
It's so beautiful here in heaven
So please try not to be sad,
I get to sing and laugh and play
With lot's of children every day.
I'm always watching over you
And sorry we can't play together.
But one day when your old and gray
We'll meet and be together forever.
Love Your Brother Romelo
Written by Joyce, especially for Angel Romelo's brothers and sister for this halloween page. Please do not take!
We had planned to dress you
like a pumpkin for Halloween.
It was your father’s idea.
I preferred dressing you like a lion.
We had planned to take a picture of you
holding a turkey leg for Thanksgiving.
All the time, thanking God for you,
our miracle baby.
We had planned to dress you like an elf for Christmas.
That was my idea.
Your father preferred dressing you like Santa.
We had planned a big first birthday
with balloons, a clown and lots of gifts.
We had never planned
to say good-bye to you.
Now we fear the holidays and your anniversaries.
No matter how much time goes by
or what the future brings,
You will always be absent during those days.
We will always miss you and the things we planned
but were never able to do.
Love,
Mommy
Written by Yolanda Castro-Arce
Halloween is a great time to pretend to be someone else. You can be mean and nasty even though you're usually a nice person, or you can be scary, when yo usually are the one that gets scared. You can pretend to be strong and powerful, or beautiful, or mysterious, or famous. You can pretend to be anything on Halloween.
It isn't fun, though, to try to always wear a mask. Sometimes for a person who is grieving, it seems like you need to always pretend to be your old happy self. Your friends and others may want you to forget about your loss and go on as if nothing much has changed. But it is really hard to mask your true feelings all the time. It is much better if you can take off your mask and just be yourself sometimes. If you let your true feelings out, then you are being honest with yourself and others. By taking off your mask and revealing your true self, you will be a much more REAL person.
It is better to save masks for Halloween.
From the Inside Fernside Newsletter,
a Center for Grieving Children, Burlington NJ. Oct.94 Newsletter
I wake in the morning with tears in my eyes. I have to face another day without my child. I prepare to go to work and put on my "cover-up mask" as I go out to face the world. I get my work done and even chat and sometimes smile at my co-workers. And they say, "My, how well she seems to be handling her loss." If they only knew what I am suffering under my "cover-up mask." May work day is over, and I go home and remove my "cover-up mask," and the tears come again. I go to bed, as the darkness of night envelopes me and sleep eludes me, the tears come again. I have gotten through another day without my child. I have learned I must take one day at a time for the rest of my life, since it will never be the same again.
~ Written by Joan Watson, TCF, Salisbury, MD
It’s late Halloween night,
The candle in the pumpkin is nearly out.
The candy is almost gone,
The doorbell rings one last time.
It’s a little boy in costume
With a jack-o’-lantern for his treats.
Only he has no candy
And he has no one waiting for him
In the dark.
As he leaves, he stops, turns around,
And waves to me.
Could it be?
~ By Barbara April, TCF, Richmond, VA
Thank you to my dear friend Joyce for alsomaking many of the wonderful tags for this page!
God bless you, my friends.
With love,
Judi,Mom to Angel Andrew
Jacob's Memorial Site
if you have one, gratis my friend Patti!
Love, cindyjo
A friend can hear a tear drop. 
and Joseph William "JoJo" Heath
 
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