No truer words spoken have I heard. It is just only a moment ago........he was here.
i miss you soooo much my lil star i will keep my eyes on the Lord and be looking for you when I arrive.
I <3 U 4eva n eva
xxxoooxxxooo ^I^ mama
Zach's Eulogy / Veronica Partridge (Mama)
ZACH! Where do you even start with a child like Zach? He was such a complex little boy and so wise beyond his all too few years, and most certainly to know Zach was to love Zach! He had each and every one of us wrapped around his little fingers. Zach was always his own person. Whether it was wearing out TWO Bigfoots, or “oot” as he used to call them running out the door in his underwear and mud boots at 7:00 in the morning, or wearing his suit to school
on his 5th birthday,
or just talking in his usual “Zachisms.” He definitely had his own language be it “I’m sweating like a bug,” or asking for a dead meat sandwich when he was hungry. When he got a little older, he might have even called you a “pervent,” fixed your lawnmower or weedeater, and when he got fed up it was “geez ma wheeze!” Zach was always Zach! Zach was not happy unless he was going mach 3 with his hair on fire! He wanted to grow up and be so big so badly but, he was still so little that he had to have the crust cut off the bread on his sandwiches. Zach could melt you with one bat of those long beautiful eyelashes and the twinkle in his eyes. And, His death won’t be in vain, his death will allow two others to have the gift of sight because he donated his corneas to Life Gift. They also will begin to routinely do angiograms on these children now because of Zach. But, most importantly, this past Thursday, Zach made his declarations known that he was ready to give his life to Christ and accept Jesus as his Lord and Savior. He wanted to make his life right and as Steven Curtis Chapman’s song says… what about the change, what about the difference well, he was making those changes and it showed. Zach was the biggest, brightest, shining star. Zach had the most tender of hearts and when he loved you … he loved you with ALL his heart! Zach was living on borrowed time from the day he was born, but somehow God, our most merciful God, he showed us all good favor and allowed us to have Zach to share and enjoy for his all too short little eleven years. We all have the promise of salvation in God’s eternal love and Zach is with him now. Each and everyone of us knows Zach could be the biggest thorn in our sides, but he did that on purpose so we’d never forget him! And, we won’t. We love you Zach and we will miss your love, warmth, endless hugs and smiles terribly but, you’re with the Angels and God now and when we see you again we’ll know you by the twinkle in your eye. Go with God, we love you. Goodbye … till we meet again.
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.
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A candle to remember you / Jo-Ann Pacenta Mom Of Angel Lauren (friend) Close
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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
Valentine's day / Jo-Ann Pacenta Mom Of Angel Lauren (Connected by angels )Read >>
Valentine's day / Jo-Ann Pacenta Mom Of Angel Lauren (Connected by angels )
Valentine's day is a special day to show those we love how much we love them. Sweet Zachary, you will always be in the hearts of those who love and miss you.
Zachary/ Justin Lesh's Family Dear Zachary, Sorry it has been awhile. Please know that you and your loving family are always on our mind and in our hearts. Sending you all lots love and many many HUGS. Stay close to your family and let them feel you near. You are missed so very much ^j^ Love, Justin Lesh’s Family
Zachary Safe In God's Hand's. / Joan Taylor (None)Read >>
Zachary Safe In God's Hand's. / Joan Taylor (None)
Hi Vee. I am so sorry to hear about little Zachary. My heart and prayer's go out to all of Zachary's family. Zachary is one of God's beautiful Angel's now and alway's. Vee he is watching over you all, And he is waiting for the day when God come's for your hand. Then you will be with your Zachary for ever, Safe in God's hand's. Sweet Zachary ever tear that fall's from your mum's face replace it with a gentle kiss. And Zachary show your loving mum and Dad that your still very near to them and that your never very far away from them. So my sweet Angel Zachary. GOOD NIGHT AND GOD BLESS YOU SWEET ANGEL. And all my love to you Vee. And Lot's Of Hug's To You All. From Joan xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx. Vee if you wish to visit My Tibby's website here is Tibby's address. http://www.myfriendtibby.com Thank you very much for my visit Vee. From Joan. Close
Thinking of you Zachie. / Beverly Brown (Friend)Read >>
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