"IN GOD'S HANDS" MEMORIAL PAGES
~REMEMBERING WITH LOVE~
~TRAVIS LEE DISSPAIN~
~FOREVER 29~
~BORN TO EARTH~ MARCH 1, 1972
~BORN TO HEAVEN~ APRIL 30, 2001
My son, Travis passed on April 30, 2001 at 6:30 AM from injuries sustained in a car wreck. He had just finished a job in Texas and was on his way to Nebraska when one of the boys that worked for Travis feel asleep while driving Travis' Tahoe. The vehicle flipped & landed on Travis. He lived almost 24 hours before he died. Travis was only 29 years old. ~WHEN I MUST LEAVE YOU~ ~Author Unknown~ When I must leave you for a little while ~ please do not grieve and shed wild tears and hug your sorrow through wild years but start out bravely with a galant smile; and for my sake and in my name live on ~ and do all things the same. Feed not your lonliness on empty days, but fill each waking hour in useful ways. Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer and I, in turn, will comfort you and hold you near. And never, never be afraid to die for I am waiting for you in the sky. PLEASE VISIT "IN GOD'S HANDS" ~ON THE WINGS OF ANGELS~ ~A TRIBUTE TO TRAVIS~
My son, Travis passed on April 30, 2001 at 6:30 AM from injuries sustained in a car wreck. He had just finished a job in Texas and was on his way to Nebraska when one of the boys that worked for Travis feel asleep while driving Travis' Tahoe. The vehicle flipped & landed on Travis. He lived almost 24 hours before he died. Travis was only 29 years old.
~WHEN I MUST LEAVE YOU~ ~Author Unknown~
When I must leave you for a little while ~ please do not grieve and shed wild tears and hug your sorrow through wild years but start out bravely with a galant smile; and for my sake and in my name live on ~ and do all things the same. Feed not your lonliness on empty days, but fill each waking hour in useful ways. Reach out your hand in comfort and in cheer and I, in turn, will comfort you and hold you near. And never, never be afraid to die for I am waiting for you in the sky.
PLEASE VISIT "IN GOD'S HANDS" ~ON THE WINGS OF ANGELS~ ~A TRIBUTE TO TRAVIS~
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it okay. There's always one reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction oh beautiful release memory seeps from my veins. Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight. In the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there. So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back. And the storm keeps on twisting you keep on building the lie that you make up for all that you lack. It don't make no difference escaping one last time it's easier to believe in this sweet madness this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees. In the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there. You're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there. IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADD A MEMORIAL PAGE FOR YOUR LOVED ONE THE BUTTON BELOW WILL TAKE YOU TO THE MEMORIAL PAGE INDEX IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO CONTACT TRAVIS' MOTHER, SANDRA, PLEASE USE THIS E-MAIL BUTTON
Spend all your time waiting for that second chance for a break that would make it okay. There's always one reason to feel not good enough and it's hard at the end of the day. I need some distraction oh beautiful release memory seeps from my veins. Let me be empty and weightless and maybe I'll find some peace tonight.
In the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there.
So tired of the straight line and everywhere you turn there's vultures and thieves at your back. And the storm keeps on twisting you keep on building the lie that you make up for all that you lack. It don't make no difference escaping one last time it's easier to believe in this sweet madness this glorious sadness that brings me to my knees.
In the arms of an angel fly away from here from this dark, cold hotel room and the endlessness that you fear. You are pulled from the wreckage of your silent reverie you're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there. You're in the arms of the angel may you find some comfort there.
IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO ADD A MEMORIAL PAGE FOR YOUR LOVED ONE THE BUTTON BELOW WILL TAKE YOU TO THE MEMORIAL PAGE INDEX
IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO CONTACT TRAVIS' MOTHER, SANDRA, PLEASE USE THIS E-MAIL BUTTON
"IN GOD'S HANDS" WAS CREATED BY AND IS MAINTAINED BY PATRICIA KUSILA
PAGE UPDATED 10/18/03
