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In Loving Memory of Andy

Welcome to Andy's memorial page, posted on this 22nd of January, 2000, Andy's 28th birthday.
Please browse its contents and links, and come again soon.

The top image was created by my friend Sara, Aras Imaging.
Music arrangement is "Miss You", an original midi compostion by Bruce De Boer.

     (by Sharon J. Bryant, Copyright 2000)

Dear Lord, I want to ask a favor
I have no where else to go
I've searched for years for answers
As I've walked a long, lonely road.

I always believed in Your word
I believed Heaven does exist
Until tragedy struck my life
I never knew a pain could be like this.

On a cold snowy day in January
In the year of 1972
I gave birth to my first child
A son I wanted, as many parents do.

I loved him with all my heart
I was always a good mother
He was the joy of my life
The doctors said there would be no others.

I worshiped the ground he walked on
We laughed every single day
I didn't know I'd only have him
For only 5 years until that fateful day.

On a warm sunny day in October
In the year of '77
Maybe You felt You needed him more
When You sent the angels from Heaven.

I've tried to be strong and endure
But the road has been lonely and long
I wanted to keep him much longer
I don't feel I was wrong.

The pain was unbearable
The cross too heavy to bear
I see others going through the same loss
I want to tell them I care.

There are moms and dads all over
From all corners of the earth
That are stumbling through their daily lives
Trying to find out their worth.

Could You help them Lord, in some way
If angels really exist
There are parents who really need one
This is my only wish.

I've stumbled and fallen many times
As I walked that long,lonely road
Sometimes I felt not another
Knew the weight of my heavy load.

There's a place many are meeting
Called The Compassionate Friends
It's a room for bereaved parents
It's a place where hearts try to mend.

The tragedy of losing a child
Is the greatest pain a human can feel
It's a part of our hearts that is missing
It's a wound that never heals.


         (by Sharon Bryant, Copyright 2000)

Dear Lord, I want to ask a favor
It means so much to me
Things happened so quickly
There wasn't time you see.

You didn't give me a warning
I didn't get time to question why
When the angels came and took Andy
I never got to say good bye.

He was only five, Lord
The son You gave to me
I had dreams of years together
I didn't expect his death so suddenly.

Could you hug him like I used to,
Would you brush his hair with your hand
Would you tickle him and remind him
That he'll always be my little man?

Would you tell him that I'll always love him
And I'll always ask the question WHY?
You took him so fast that day Lord,
I never got to say good bye.

I didn't get to hug him
Five minutes before he walked out the door
I didn't know the angels were waiting
On the other side of that door.

Will you make sure when it's my turn
And the angels call for me
That mom is a lot older
Make sure he recognizes me.

The pain is so hard, Lord
The hardest test you gave
My heart was torn into pieces
That day, beside his grave.

Tell him I am waiting
I try to be strong and not cry
But it's so hard to remember
I never got to say good bye.

Tell him he has a sister
And a brother that looks like him
Tell him they know about his life
From stories and pictures I gave to them.

And when night time comes each evening
Would you tuck him in for me
And play that game called "Firple Fingers"
He loved it so much, you see.

Tell him I look at his pictures
And some days I just sigh
It wasn't fair to either of us, Lord
I never got to say good bye.


The Rose Still Grows Beyond The Wall
                       (by A. L. Frink)

Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light,
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.

As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowing rising to the loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.

Onward it crept with added strength,
With never a thought of fear or pride.
It followed the light through the crevice's length
And unfolded itself on the other side.

The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before;
And it lost itself in beauties new,
Breathing its fragrance more and more.

And did this rose ever grieve,
And make our courage fait or fail?
Nay! Let us faith and hope receive;
the rose still grows beyond the wall.

Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore,
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forever more.



The Compassionate Friends - Bereavement Help
Original Midi Compositions by Bruce De Boer
Web site of Albert Lee & Mary Catherine Jones in Memory of Chuck
Smarty's TCF Chat Members Photo Page
Angel Hugs New Years Tribute to All Our Angels
Memorial Page of Mark Duncan, Sara's son

To Send the Angelwinks Posty of the Day

Angels Forever With Us

I'm Not Far Away, by Sharon Jean Bryant

My Andy

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