~WELCOME~
"IN
GOD'S HANDS"
~GOD'S
LITTLEST ANGELS~
MEMORIAL
PAGES
~ANDREW
FRANK DUNBAR~
~BORN
TO EARTH~
JANUARY
22, 1972
~BORN
TO HEAVEN~
OCTOBER
24, 1977
BELOVED
SON OF:
SHARON
BRYANT
BELOVED
BROTHER OF:
AMY
& RANDY VAN BLARICUM
~I'M
NOT FAR AWAY~
Mom, please
listen to me
As I take
time to write
I see parents
struggling daily
Their pain
is such a fight
All of us who
have gone on
And left the
rest of you behind
We're ok,
mom, I promise
Heaven is
beautiful, and God is kind
You used to
tell me that one day
God would
call and take you home
You told me
you'd make me strong
So I would
stand tall when alone
But things
happen sometimes Mom
That does
not go in our plans
I wasn't scared
Mom
When God held
out his hand
I didn't want
to leave you
I didn't have
time to say good bye
When the angels
said, "Come with us"
There wasn't
time to question why
I've watched
you daily Mom
It hurt to
see you cry
I don't want
you to be unhappy
Just because
we didn't get to say good bye
Tell the others
what I'm telling you
So many parents
need to know
That Earth
was just a lay over
We had another
place to go
I know you
miss me Mom
I know your
heart was broken in two
But God really
needed me
Because my
earthly life was through
I'm always
alongside you
I smile and
touch your hair
I whisper
"Mom, I love you"
You just can't
see me there
I'm the one
who gently touches you
On your shoulder
when you're sad
I'm happy
now that you finally found
God again,
and are no longer mad
Tell the parents,
Mom, for me
That all of
we kids are okay
God had plans
for our lives
When he called
us home that day
I love you
Mom, I always will
And remember
I'm not far away
We're going
to be together
When God calls
out your name.
Love,
Andy
~©SHARON
JEAN BRYANT~
PLEASE DO NOT
TAKE WITHOUT PERMISSION
~MEMORIES~
Today I was
walking
On a street
in my town
I came across
a big white house
With a carefully
manicured lawn
I saw a little
boy
Playing in
the sand
Running his
trucks to and fro
My mind drifted
to another land......
The days when
I once had a little boy
Who loved
to play in sand
Who picked
me little flowers
And placed
them in my hand
Who loved to
yell "Mommy"
When a butterfly
landed near
Who looked
to me for answers
A boy who
had no fears
A child who
loved life
As I had taught
him to do
Who gave of
himself
But left this
world too soon
Tears slid
down my face
As I watched
the little boy
Remembering
my own son
When my life
was filled with joy
I sighed a
big sigh
As the memories
ran through my head
Of another
sandbox long ago
And the many
things my son said
Whenever I
see a child
Around the
age of five
I always get
the "memories"
Of our life
before he died
I touch a dandelion
When it's
white and turned to "fluff"
Remembering
my birthday flowers
And how the
weeds meant so much
I only have
my memories
After all
the years gone by
I still can't
help my heart
I still sit
down and cry
~©SHARON
JEAN BRYANT~
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SHARON'S PAGES
IN MEMORY OF ANDY
~IN
MEMORY OF ANDREW FRANK DUNBAR~
~AN
ANGEL'S PATH TO HIS MOTHER'S HEART~
~ANGELS
REMEMBERED~
SHARON'S POETRY
~FROM
SHARON'S HEART~
"IN GOD'S HANDS"
~ON THE WINGS
OF ANGELS~
~A
TRIBUTE TO ANDY~
~REMEMBERING
CALENDAR~
~REMEMBERING
~ JANUARY~
~REMEMBERING
~ OCTOBER~
~AVE MARIA~
~Franz Shubert~
