When somebody dies, a cloud turns into an angel, and flies up to tell God to put another flower on a pillow. A bird gives the message back to the world, and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry. People dis- appear, but they never really go away. The spirits up there put the sun to bed, wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles. Sometimes you can see them dancing in a cloud during the day-time, when they're supposed to be sleeping. They paint the rain- bows and also the sunsets and make waves splash and tug at the tide. They toss shooting stars and listen to wishes. And when they sing wind- songs, they whisper to us, don't miss me too much. The view is nice and I'm doing just fine. - Ashley
THE DAY MY LIFE CHANGED FOREVER
One of the men shot to death was my son Phillip, Phillip was 31 and a dispatcher for a trucking broker, he had made plans to meet two Florida clients Sunday at the Atlanta Hilton Towers and then all three were supposed to attend the Atlanta Falcons-New Orleans Saints game. A game that they would never attend.
My Phillip died a horrible death. Shot twice in the head. Phillip was
only 31 years old. He leaves two beautiful daughters. Both his friends
that died with him had families. I know their pain and hurt and my heart
cries out for them as well. So many lives destroyed in just a split second
by someone who will never know the pain that he left behind. Every night
of my life I hope that in the morning I will awake from this awful nightmare.
MY BROTHER JOE WAS MURDERED ALONG WITH MY FATHER ON THE 12TH OF JANUARY
OF THIS YEAR(2000). THEY WERE AT HOME ALONG WITH MY TWO SONS 9 AND
7 AND MY MOTHER AND SISTER AND HER 2 DAUGHTERS 9 AND 3. TWO MEN ENTERED
THE HOUSE AND ORDERED EVERY ONE TO LIE ON THE FLOOR TOOK MY FATHER AND
SHOT HIM EXECUTION STYLE THE OTHER MAN ENTERED MY LITTLE BROTHERS ROOM
AND SHOT HIM TWICE IN THE CHEST BOTH DIED INSTANLY. MY FATHER WAS
A CONTROL TECH FOR A STATE PRISON AND A BAILBOND ENFORCEANT OFFICER.
MY BROTHER WAS ONLY 16 AND A JUNIOR AT THE LOVINGTON HIGH SCHOOL.
HE WAS IN FOOTBALL AND BASEBALL VERY GOOD AT BOTH SPORTS. HE HAD
BEEN PLAYING VARSITY SINCE THE 9TH GRADE AND HAD BARELY LEARNED HE
HAD MADE ALL DISTRICT FOR FOOTBALL. TILL THIS DAY ALMOST A YEAR AND
WE NEVER HAVE FOUND OUT WHO OR WHY THEY DID IT. THIS YEAR HAS GONE
BY SO FAST BUT IT SEEMS LIKE YESTERDAY TO ALL OF US. THANK YOU SO
MUCH FOR THIS ALWAYS
A MOTHER'S VOW
THREE COPS AND 12 BULLETS LATER, I HAVE A CHILD TO BURY. THE HATE NOW IS SO INTENSE, THAT I MUST CARRY. THEY SAY THAT THEY ARE SORRY AND HAD NO OTHER CHOICE... DID THEY SHOW SORROW OR DID THEY REJOICE? THEY CUFFED HIM WHILE HE LAY DYING....MY HEART SAYS THAT THEY ARE LYING!! PLEASE,GOD, HELP ME FIND A WAY, TO PROVE THAT HIS DEATH WAS NOT IN VAIN. TO RIGHT WHICH WAS HORRIBLY WRONG...I NEED YOUR HELP TO KEEP ME STRONG. I VOW TO FIGHT THIS BATTLE, TILL THE DAY I DIE.....PLEASE DEAR LORD, STAY BY MY SIDE..
My son Joey was born Sept. 13,1971. The day he was put into my arms I held him so tight. I finally had a son. A son I always wanted. Joey looked into my eyes as if to say mom thank you for giving me life. I will take care of you my son for the rest of my life. you are my whole life my reason for wanting to be here. I love to hold you, watch you smile and laugh, take your first steps, and I was always there to grab onto you when you almost fell. I would cry when you did, and laugh when I saw you laugh. Oh my Joey, how I MISS YOU . I wish I was there to save you to keep you from falling when you were shot. To take you in my arms and cry because you were hurt. But this time my son I wasn't there for you because a killer decided to take your life, the life I had given to you. My son the tears fall from eyes I just wish you were here to wipe away those tears. I miss you calling me Ma all the time . That little word meant my world. My baby. One day at a time. My son.I know the light will shine and I will see you standing there and saying that one word Ma, lets go home. I will hold onto you my son so tight and this time my Joey I will never let you go.
NEW YEARS WITHOUT YOU
love your sis Pearl Moreno
WHY DID THIS YOUNG MAN HAVE TO DIE,
VIOLENCE IS LIKE A WILDFIRE THAT SPREADS THOUGHOUT THE TREES.
TO THE ONES WHO COMMIT THESE VIOLENT ACTS:
OUR CHILDREN ARE DYING ONE BY ONE
WHAT CAN WE DO TO PREVENT THIS PAIN AND DEATH?
IN REMEMBRANCE OF LUIS
My Beautiful Angel Leniere
It has been a year since you were taken from me, and every day I say this just can't be.
For the first year I was determined that you would walk through the door, But on the anniversary of your death, I had to realize that you walk this earth no more.
If praying, wishing and denying could have brought you back, you'd be sitting here with your children on your lap.
Your smile, your laugh and your crazy dancing we miss so much, Oh, how we long for your tender touch.
It's so hard to go on without you, But I'm so grateful that God loaned you to me to love and care for if only for a few.
When he decided it was time for you to come back home to him, I lost a son and a friend.
You will live in our hearts forever more, And you will see me again when it's my turn to knock on God's door.
I Love You My Beautiful Angel, Mommy 2001
A girl. Your love settled over us
Twenty-one is just full-grown.
Our souls chase your soul. Anguished
Souls panicked grasp after your hand.
Your delighted expressions remain after you.
© Barbara Bales 2001 all rights reserved
I cry not for you,but for me.
To know what it's like for everything to be simply perfect........................................