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different color, but the colors I assure you are the same! It makes no difference if you see white and I see black, don't you understand that? We are a unit, a frame, a building piece in the plan, without that piece the picture just does not look the same! The building goes on as planned and holds up for years,but there is always that flaw, that tiny little crack. The heart is like that crack and so is pride! We are only human, and one day when our building falls down, we hope someone is there who cares enough to rebuild and keep that foundation alive in their memories! You can rebuild of course, but you will never have any of the original pieces in front of you again! When it crumbles and it is gone... nothing, no memories,no stories, and no love! Life is so important, so fragile, so short! My loved ones I have put my missing piece in. I am done! I love you, I care for you, and I need you! Death will find no burden on me when the time comes! ©Cynthia Geisler |
December 5, 2009: It has taken me along time Dad...but I forgive you! I forgive you for doing what you did. I understand and I want you to know I still love you! I wish you would have stayed though. I really wish you were here! Really wish you could help me Dad! I know not where to turn! Why are you not here? I need you, PlEASE Dad, I need some help! Things are getting tough for me and I don't know where I should turn. I try so hard, but I can't seem to make everything right Dad!
January, 2009: Going through some tough times right now Dad, sure wish I knew what it was like to have a father! Thinking of you and wondering what you would do or say to me in this circumstance. Love you.
June 2008: Was thinking of you today Dad. Wondering what you would think of the world today. Love you! A little early it's only the beginning of June but HAPPY FATHER'S DAY! I love you Dad! I miss you sometimes so very much. I don't know if it's you personally I miss or just the fact that I miss never really having a Dad!
Your gone almost 13 years this coming January Dad. The little one you never saw is growing up! Happy Thanksgiving Dad...I love you.
This poem dedicated to my father Herbert Lester Jones Sr for trying to find that piece in life...but never did. I love you dad, and always will.
LAST TIME!
My father was in the Naval reserves 6 years and on active duty 2 year (1956-1958)on the USS FULTON AS 11 Sub Tender. She first crossed the Atlantic in the fall of 1957 for Operation "Natoflex," visiting Rothesay, Scotland, and Port land, England, before returning to New London. A heightening of her responsibility came 1 April 1958, when three nuclear submarines were assigned to her squadron. His ship was a submarine tender that carried fuel and other cargo needed for subs that were out to sea, so they didn't have to come back to port.
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Although this poem does not really apply to my father, I felt it appropriate as I feel although my father was loved very much, in his own mind he may not have felt that way! |
This poem was written by a young girl who committed suicide. Perhaps if the people surrounding her had shown a little more love, and had paid more attention to her, her death could have been prevented. Remember that when going through life, you can't judge a sad, lonely, or suicidal person by their facial expression. You need to get to know each person you come in contact with, cherish your friendship with them, and show them that you care.
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is not to die, but to be ignored. To lose the person you love so much to another who doesn't care at all. To have someone you care so much throw a party... and not tell you about it. When your favorite person on earth neglects to invite you to his graduation. To have people think that you don't care. The greatest pain in life, is not to die, but to be forgotten. To be left in the dust after another's great achievement. To never get a call from a friend, just saying "hi". When you show someone your innermost thoughts and they laugh in your face. For friends to always be too busy to console you when you need someone to lift your spirits. When it seems like the only person who cares about you, is you. Life is full of pain, but does it ever get better? Will people ever care about each other, and make time for those who are in need? Each of us has a part to play in this great show we call life. Each of us has a duty to mankind to tell our friends we love them. If you do not care about your friends you will not be punished. You will simply be ignored... forgotten... as you have done to others. |
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