We were exactly a week and twelve hours apart.
But it was so very less.
I look back at the memories and tears come to my eyes.
Now that you are gone, I feel my life has collapsed.
Even though you are gone, I guess my spirit has gotten stronger.
You were my diary.
I told you everything without fear of those words
You brought those words with you to the grave.
I will do the same for you.
We promised we would never leave each other.
You were my best friend, my sister, my twin.
I never took you for granted.
I cherish every memory I have of you.
I look at the good and the bad memories. And I laugh at them.
You made a great impact on my life.
You always told me that the only thing you believed in was God.
I've always believed you.
I love you and will miss you a lot.
My friend, best friend, blood-kin... Kaisa.
May you rest in peace.
Tuomas (Deheune's Brother)
Deheune, my darling Deheune, you were truly sent to me from above,
What a priceless gift you were, a gift given out of love,
You were my companion through lonely nights and pain,
Through all the many seasons, be it sunshine, snow or rain,
Your cheerful, happy spirit truly lifted me,
And helped me
to see through your eyes, all the wonderful things that be,
You’ve left me with so many wonderful Memories
I am forever thankful for your friendship and unconditional love,
And will smile at your remembrance and know that you have returned to the angels above,
Your passing from this world has torn away a piece of my heart,
But I know our souls are forever connected,
And we truly shall never part.
With love & I miss you terribly.
Wayne / Harland.
Your Sadden Friend and Advisor.
For years to come the stars will run
from blazing sun each day.
A Fable told, a Life grows cold,
and dreams are swept away.
Though we may fight throughout the night,
a distant Light may call,
like wooden mast and walls held fast,
one day at last we fall.
But fear not Sleep nor thoughts help deep,
a Pain we keep inside-
For dawn will wake and Day may break,
as life we take in stride.
Misha
What Can Be Said About Loss
by Rosemary J. Gwaltney
What can be said about loss
In love -
Those gaping wounds bleeding from aching spirits.
Rich libraries of memories calling from those
Cob- webbed shelves of the mind, of empty
Arms, and absent laughter, loving ways,
Sparkling eyes no longer there. Of
Breakfast tables, lonely beds
And favorite things
Gathering
Dust.
What can be said about love
When loss
Rips the tapestry of a spirit apart, leaving threadbare
A soul unraveling. When child, friend, parent, or
Lover carries away with them irretrievably,
A central, vital piece of living. When
Nothing is ever the same again.
When healing takes so very
Long, leaving such
Hideous
Scars.
Forever Gone but Forever in Our Hearts
by Rosebud
The caring prayers, the shaking shock -
This awful news my world did rock.
No one knew how it happened or why.
We were all so sad; it made me cry.
How unfair it should have happened now -
Won't someone ever tell me how?
Her tears had dried, her pain had healed;
And God chose this time for her life to yield.
It's later now, while we've moved on -
We miss her as though she had just gone.
We'll never forget all the good she did,
Even though, to her our farewells we've bid.
We love her still, we miss her yet;
And on this I'll forever bet.
If she is truly in our hearts,
From us she'll never be truly apart.
A Faded Rose
by Rosebud
A sunny summer morning,
A steamy August night,
Began with love and hopefulness;
And ended with shock and fright.
As we awoke and we found out
About the day before,
The shock set in; the grief began
And we felt it more and more -
The anger at those who caused this,
And at those who didn't care.
Still felt by some, it hasn't stopped
Because this isn't fair.
How different would our world be
Had this event not occurred.
The shock we never would have felt,
The crying never heard.
If this rose hadn't faded,
If this rose hadn't died,
Would we still all be happy,
And would we not have cried?
Or had she lived, would things be worse -
Not for us, but for her?
Her death horrific, yet merciful,
A blessing for the girl.
We haven't quite figured it out,
But one day we will know.
Without a doubt we'll all find out
And in our knowledge, grow.
If you have something to say about Deheune whether or not its mud realted send it to stmacabre@aol.com and I will put it up asap...(include your name(real or mud), unless you wish to remain annonymous)
