Thoughts of You Zachary  / Jenny Tavendale Mum To Ross

 

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HAPPY HALLOWEEN ZACHARY AND FAMILY  / LaRaine Mom To Angel Cynthia Hernandez (friend)

THINKING OF YOU PRECIOUS ZACHARY AND YOUR FAMILY WITH LOVE. MADE THIS SPECIAL GRAPHIC FOR YOU HOPE YOU LIKE IT! LOVE & HUGS SWEETIE...LaRAINE MOM TO MY PRECIOUS DAUGHTER CYNTHIA

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almost 4 years n you think i'd be used to this?  / Mama I. Love You N. Miss You (mama)
my sweet baby boy...my shining lil star rider. i wish i could say that this year is easier than the last but,... i know i have 12 days now till your 4th angelversary and my heart is just broken. I feel so all alone honey... if it weren't for the love of your little baby brother to make me feel like a person i know there is no way i would have the strength to stay here on this horrible earth. you probably already know how fortunate you are to have your wings and be beside Jesus and God forever my lil love. this world is a cold, sterile, lonely ... hell and a prison. i still will never understand why God had to take my baby when there is such trash lying in wait to destroy and you ... my precious innocent lil baby... gone. G O N E ! Just like that... G O N E ! I'm not alone unfortunately in all my pain I share it with many who have come before me and those who will come soon. i wish that i could find my way through this baby but, my heart is in so many pieces i just can't do it. i pray to God to help me but, i guess i'm just not doing something right or enough. God i know You are listening and you hear my every cry... and plea... please heavenly Father ... in the name of your son .... I ask you to take this pain away..... P L E A S E..... God i know You are there please, please help me. Please God also give my baby big hugs and kisses for me and tell him how much i love and miss him........... Close

HAPPY HALLOWEEN,PRECIOUS ZACHARY  / ROSE GRMA TO ANGEL BRITTANY SYFERT

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Always Thinking Of You  / Janeane Bricker

Thinking of you Zachie and Vee. This is a really hard time for your Mom. Please send her your love Zach and help her threw this hard time.

We love you and miss you always.

                                    Janeane

Fly high sweet boy and look out for Brandon for me

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Thinking Of You Today  / Janeane Bricker (Brandons Mom )

 

I sat here this morning watching Zachs videos and crying, but remembering and honoring his life with you. I thank God for letting us have these sites for them because I know Zach now, and other children.

Zach and Brandon had so much in common. Full speed ahead, no fears and a whole lot of love. If they are riding in heaven, then I know they are together!! and that brings just a little peace to my broken heart, if only for a moment.

I  already had a beautifully written letter to you and then when I got to the verification code, it erased it all.

The boys both loved to ride so much, Brandon called it catching air when he did jumps. I miss them both Vee

IN LOVING MEMORY OF

ZACHARY DANIEL VANWINKLE

                    &

BRANDON LEE BRICKER

and to all the other children who have left their families far to soon for us to understand

             All my love,   Janeane

 

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Letter to God my Father  / Mama I. Miss You So (mama)
Heavenly Father up above
Please watch over the one I love
I know you lost your son too
But my heart just cant help being blue.

With so much uncertainty in this cold world
Your word Father is my only concern
I know you had your reasons to take him
But telling my heart your right is surly another thing.

Please help me in Jesus’ name to make another day
I feel this heavy weight upon me quite knowing what you say
It wont be long till I see my baby boy again I know
What I still cant understand is why he had to go.

Please help me Father to see things your way
Keep my faith strong and my eyes looking toward the day
With your Holy sacred promises I’ll do my best to try
To keep my heart in tact knowing we never truly die.

Heaven is just moments away I keep hearing you say
Keep my eye on you Father in Jesus’ name I pray.
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Is it all about me?  / I. Love You And Mss You (mama)
IS IT ALL ABOUT ME?
By veronica partridge

I truly have to wonder, the question oft crosses my mind,
Is it all about me or is it more so that I’ve left you behind?

I question my own motives, no one dares speak your name,
So why is it my heart pines for you each and every day?

Is it all about me I hear in the back of my mind
As the thought hauntingly waifs slowly on by.

Leaving me cold and shapeless just a remnant of what’s passed
A ship afloat at sea, aimlessly enduring in its least chosen path.

Once again, the question lingers, is it all about me I ask, or
Is this horrifying pain the only link to my most dreaded past?

When I wake each day and pray to God to get me out bed,
I begin to take stock of my world, its pressing matters at hand.

Getting to your face from somewhere back in time
deep from the recesses of my numb, still frozen mind.

I slowly regain my balance ready to pretend to the world I’m okay,
Showing them how well “they think” I am so they’ll feel better today.

So, I ask you once more is it all about me? Seems today it’s about you,
All the while looking through me, your thoughts to eschew.

Is it all about me, I’m not really sure what that means anymore,
The me that I knew so well then, no longer exists as it did before.

The only greater pain than losing a child is losing more than one,
I can’t even bear the thought of such circumstance having lost a son.

… Is it all about me?

http://www.zachary-vanwinkle.memory-of.com


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Thinking of you and mom  / Lisa Church (Holly's Mom )
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a place he lives no more  / Mama

I look into his private world
Outside his bedroom door
A place where he once laughed and lived
A place he lives no more

The friends that came to visit
The bed where he did sleep
Tears begin to cloud my eyes
I stand as I do weep

The desk where he did homework
His clothes that he did wear
His life that he was living
Without a single care

Some pictures that were special
A girlfriends secret note
His television he did watch
On the table his remote

His hats sit on a rack now
His helmet from his bike
The memories are painful
A life I do not like

His cologne no longer lingers
As it did once in our home
Visions of him by my side
But I just stand alone

His pillow and his blanket
Still sit upon his bed
Waiting for him to come home
Lie down and place his head

How I long for him to be here
In the safety of his room
Nothing would ever harm him
Our lives could then resume

I look into his private world
Outside his bedroom door
A place where he once laughed and lived
A place he lives no more

In loving memory of Joey Sorenson

I couldn' have said it better myself. I miss you STAR RIDER. Ride through those stars baby...I LOVE YOU FOREVER xoox

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What Our Average Day Is without y'all  / Mama ILY4EVA N. ALWAYS

From the heart of a bereaved Mother... This is now
by Unknown
Normal is having tears waiting behind every smile when you realize someone important is missing from all the important events in your family's life.

Normal for me is trying to decide what to take to the cemetery for Birthdays Christmas, Thanksgiving, New Years, Valentine's Day, July 4th and Easter.

Normal is feeling like you know how to act and are more comfortable with a funeral than a wedding or birthday party...yet feeling a stab of pain in your heart when you smell the flowers and see the casket.

Normal is feeling like you can't sit another minute without getting up and screaming, because you just don't like to sit through anything.

Normal is not sleeping very well because a thousand what if's & why didn't I's go through your head constantly.

Normal is reliving that day continuously through your eyes and mind, holding your head to make it go away.

Normal is having the TV on the minute I walk into the house to have noise, because the silence is deafening.

Normal is staring at every child who looks like he is my child's age. And then thinking of the age he would be now and not being able to imagine it. Then wondering why it is even important to imagine it, because it will never happen.

Normal is every happy event in my life always being backed up with sadness lurking close behind, because of the hole in my heart.

Normal is telling the story of your child's death as if it were an everyday, commonplace activity, and then seeing the horror in someone's eyes at how awful it sounds. And yet realizing it has become a part of my "normal".

Normal is each year coming up with the difficult task of how to honor your child's memory and his birthday and survive these days. And trying to find the balloon or flag that fit's the occasion. Happy Birthday? Not really.

Normal is my heart warming and yet sinking at the sight of something special my child loved. Thinking how he would love it, but how he is not here to enjoy it.

Normal is having some people afraid to mention my child.

Normal is making sure that others remember him.

Normal is after the funeral is over everyone else goes on with their lives, but we continue to grieve our loss forever.

Normal is weeks, months, and years after the initial shock, the grieving gets worse sometimes, not better.

Normal is not listening to people compare anything in their life to this loss, unless they too have lost a child. NOTHING. Even if your child is in the remotest part of the earth away from you - it doesn't compare. Losing a parent is horrible, but having to bury your own child is unnatural.

Normal is taking pills, and trying not to cry all day, because I know my mental health depends on it.

Normal is realizing I do cry everyday.

Normal is disliking jokes about death or funerals, bodies being referred to as cadavers, when you know they were once someone's loved one.

Normal is being impatient with everything and everyone, but someone stricken with grief over the loss of your child.

Normal is sitting at the computer crying, sharing how you feel with chat buddies who have also lost a child.

Normal is feeling a common bond with friends on the computer in England, Australia, Canada, the Netherlands and all over the USA, but yet never having met any of them face to face.

Normal is a new friendship with another grieving mother, talking and crying together over our children and our new lives.

Normal is not listening to people make excuses for God. "God may have done this because..." I love God, I know that my child is in heaven, but hearing people trying to think up excuses as to why healthy children were taken from this earth is not appreciated and makes absolutely no sense to this grieving mother.

Normal is being too tired to care if you paid the bills, cleaned the house, did laundry or if there is any food.

Normal is wondering this time whether you are going to say you have FOUR children or THREE, because you will never see this person again and it is not worth explaining that my child is in heaven. And yet when you say you have THREE children to avoid that problem, you feel horrible as if you have betrayed your child.

Normal is avoiding McDonald's and Burger King playgrounds because of small, happy children that break your heart when you see them.

Normal is asking God why he took your child's life instead of yours.

Normal is knowing I will never get over this loss, in a day or a million years.

And last of all, Normal is hiding all the things that have become "normal" for you to feel, so that everyone around you will think that you are "normal".

 

The only thing I would change about this is I have 4 children and all through this nightmare current and past I have never lost my faith that there is a God. In fact, if I didn't have my faith that He is with me no matter how I feel or act towards Him at times, He understands....He lost His Son, too......

 

I miss you so much little star God is with you and I will be home when He calls me, too.

xoxoxoxoxooxooxoxxooxxoxoo

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Happy Easter  / Jane Speidel, Mom Of Adam Waymire (Zachary & Adam are angel friends )
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Happy Easter  / Jo-Ann Pacenta Mom Of Angel Lauren (Connected by angels )
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Happy Easter Zachie.  / Beverly Brown (Friend)

xxxx

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A candle to remember you  / Jo-Ann Pacenta Mom Of Angel Lauren (friend)
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Easter Blessings  / Jo-Ann Pacenta Mom Of Angel Lauren (Connected by angels )

Thinking of you and your loving family as Easter approaches. Wishes also for a Happy St. Patrick's day. Life is eternal, love is immortal and death is just a distant horizon. God Bless

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Miss you so much  / Mama And Cashie We Love You

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