of a sister who was stolen
Give me back my sister, God!
Oh, give me back her love; Give me back our good old days When we dreamed benieth the Stars Give me back my sister, God! Oh give me back the dove; Give me back the lovely face- An Angel from above. Give me back my Sister God! Oh, give me back her now, Give me back her former ways, With soul to thee, but how? Give me back my sister, God! Give me back her laughter Give me back her heart Give me back out nightly talks And give me back my soul |
My Big Sister Riki
Born: January 1, 1980 Died June 28, 1998 She was only 18. Her life was Just beginning. I was 11 when she was killed. I had a nightmare that night. Dark Shadows against a wall and Loud music. People screaming and Blotches of Red. And then Riki never came home |
of a child who died to young
Sean Henson, a wonderful 14 year old boy, a graduate of Dell H. Robison
Middle School, passed away Monday, June 19, 2006. He is survived by his family, his brother Patrick, his mother Rita, and his father Jayms. We did not know each other long, this boy that I called friend. Less than a year more than a lifetime. He was sweet, and kind, had a love for puzzles, and labyrinths. And he was very very shy. We did not get to talk much, me at my front desk, him in his back room. He liked to laugh. We shared a love for funny Movies and often tried to out-do each other with who could remember more lines from this movie or that. He always won. I was better at detail. We both love Monty Python and the Knights who say Nigh! I will miss this boy who I call friend. Who died much to young. |
Sean Henson
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of a mother who left to soon
Born November 8, 1960
Died October 20, 2011 Pixxi Mom I always called her. Because thats who she was when we met. My friend Pixxi (Carrissa) Mom. But after awhile it was like she was my mom to. I could ALWAYS got to her. If I was in trouble. If I needed help. If I needed to talk. If I just needed someone. She was there. I could always go to her. I had keys to her house when I didn't even have keys to my own mothers house. She took me in when my family threw me out. She fed me when I was hungry. She made sure I had what I needed. Money when I couldn't make rent, Grocery's when I couldn't afford to eat. She even made sure I had camping gear when my power got turned of. I always had a home with her. And I loved her so much for it. |