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Music playing: Auld Lang Syne

Lucas Christopher Ross "Luke"
October 31, 1979 - April 3, 2001
Acute Bronchopneumonia


'Auld Lang Syne' is a poem written by Robert Burns in 1788 and set to the tune of a traditional Scottish folk song. It is well known in many countries, especially in the English-speaking world; its traditional use being to celebrate the start of the New Year at the stroke of midnight. It is also sung at funerals, inaugurations, graduations, weddings, and coronations and as a farewell or ending to other occasions.

The song's Scots title may be translated into English literally as 'old long since', 'long long ago', 'days gone by' or 'old times'. Consequently, 'For auld lang syne', as it appears in the first line of the chorus, is loosely translated as 'for (the sake of) old times'.

Singing the song on New Year's Eve very quickly became a Scots custom that soon spread to other parts of the British Isles. As Scots (not to mention English, Welsh and Irish people) emigrated around the world, they took the song with them.

Canadian band leader Guy Lombardo is often credited with popularising the use of the song at New Year's celebrations in America, through his annual broadcasts on radio and television, beginning in 1929. The song became his trademark.

The song begins by posing a question as to whether it is right that old times be forgotten, and is generally interpreted as a call to remember days of long ago. It has also been misinterpreted as a statement rather than a question. With this misinterpretation it is perceived that times and people of long ago should be forgotten. But, the opposite meaning is the intended meaning.... Old days, old times, and people from the past should never be forgotten. The other verses also convey the same meaning and that we should have a toast to those days of long ago, and that we have had many experiences in life with those that are now gone and far away from us, but we will take each other's hand to help each other along the way and to remember those days of long ago.

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The English translation is represented by stars ** and parenthesis ( )

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?

**(Should old acquaintances be forgotten
And never be remembered?
Should old acquaintances be forgotten
and days long ago?)**

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

**(For days long ago, my dear,
For days long ago
We'll drink a cup of kindness yet
For days long ago!)**

And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp
and surely I’ll be mine
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.

**(And surely you'll have your pint tankard
And surely I'll have mine.
And we'll drink a cup of kindness yet
For days long ago.)**

We twa hae run aboot the braes
And pou'd the gowans fine;
we've wander'd mony a weary foot
Sin' auld lang syne

**(We two have run about the hills
And pulled the daisies fine
But we've wandered many a weary mile
Since the days long ago.)**

We two hae paidled i' the burn,
Frae mornin' sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar'd
Sin' auld lang syne

**(We two have paddled in the stream
From morning sun till dinner-time
But the broad seas have roared between us
Since the days long ago.)**

And here's a hand, my trusty friend,
And gie's a hand o' thine;
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

**(And here's my hand, my trusty friend,
And give me your hand too,
And we will take an excellent good-will drink
For the days of long ago.) **

Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot
and days of auld lang syne?

**(Should old acquaintances be forgotten
And never be remembered?
Should old acquaintances be forgotten
and days long ago?)**

For auld lang syne, my dear,
For auld lang syne,
We'll take a cup o' kindness yet
For auld lang syne

**(For days long ago, my dear,
For days long ago
We'll drink a cup of kindness yet
For days long ago!)**

~ Music is a Scottish folk song
~ Lyrics by Robert Burns

When snow falls, nature listens.

~Antoinette van Kleeff


A winter night is cold and dark and silent. Well, at least it usually is.

When Luke was six years old and our daughter Emily was eight years old, and we were living in Louisiana, we all took our very first ski trip to Winter Park, Colorado in January. I had searched all the pamphlets for fun family things for us to do in the snow.

The first thing we did was to enroll in Ski School. Emily and Luke went to their little ski class on the slopes and Robin (Luke's dad) and I went to our adult ski class. After several hours of trying to learn to ski the instructor took us to a small slope, which then we did not realize was the children's slope.... AKA the 'bunny slope'. We, the adult class members, received instructions to ski down the hill. After only one morning of instruction we all arrogantly thought we were now 'seasoned' skiers until most everyone in our class began falling and running into each other and tumbling down the hill. I'm sure it was a funny sight to see from a distance. But it wasn't very funny to us because we were all trying to look like we 'knew' what we were doing. So there we all were laying on the ground when the "children's ski school" came flying past us looking like they had skied for years. As Emily and Luke passed us while we were laying on the ground you could hear the little sarcastic remarks of "Hey momma!" and "Hey daddy!" followed by little giggles. (It took many years to live that moment down.) But finally we ALL learned how to ski and had a great time on the slopes.

At night we went snow tubing. It was so much fun slipping down that tubing hill and just sailing across the ice. We also went ice skating and I had the bruises to prove it. Saucer sledding was an amazingly fast way to get from the top of the sledding hill to the bottom and Robin and I went faster than the kids because the more you weigh the faster you go. Oh how Emily and Luke laughed at us as we screamed down that hill. Building a snowman was a real treat for the kids and we dressed him up proudly and named him Ned.

The most memorable experience of the trip was a horse-drawn sleight ride through the woods at night. This was an activity that I had researched and we all really wanted to experience 'dashing through the snow in a one horse open sleigh'. When we arrived at the meeting place for the sleigh ride there were about twenty other people who had also reserved the sleigh ride for that very same night. The anticipation was wonderful and we were all filled with excitement for our trip through the woods in a real horse-drawn sleigh. When we all boarded the sleigh the temperature outside was about 10 degrees and the night was black. There were no stars or no moon that could be seen. We all sat there shivering in the dark waiting for the sleigh ride to begin. Everyone on the sleigh ride looked very cold. Huddled together was our little family of four trying to stay warm. The ride finally began and bells on the sleigh were jingling as we rode deep into the woods. It was so dark that we could not even see our hands in front of our faces. There was deep snow everywhere that could only be seen up ahead with the help of the faint light from the lantern on the front of the sleigh. It was extremely cold. I looked up at the rest of the people on the sleigh ride and could see that they were freezing too. I expected to experience "laughing all the way", but everyone on the sleigh ride was silent, not making a sound.... all focusing on trying to keep warm just as we were. It was a very miserable ride and we had all paid a lot to take this "winter wonderland sleigh ride." After what seemed like a very, very long ride, the sleigh finally pulled up to a clearing in the woods. The sleigh stopped and the driver got out and proceeded to build a campfire as we all unloaded from the sleigh but still no one was saying a word. Everyone was in a circle around the campfire area while we were waiting anxiously for this driver to get the darn fire built. Still no one was talking and the only sounds that could be heard were the sounds of shivering bones and chattering teeth. After several minutes, but what seemed like hours, of this dark bone chilling and very uncomfortably silence .... comes the sound of a six-year-old sarcastic little voice that echoed throughout the forest, delivered by none other than our Luke......"Are we having fun yet?" The silence was immediately broken by the laughter of EVERYONE there including the driver. After that everyone began talking, the driver got the fire going, and before we knew it we all were sipping on hot cocoa as the sound of laughter and talking drifted through that cold winter sky in the darkness of woods. If it hadn't been for that one little statement, coming from one little boy, the entire WILDERNESS WINTER WONDERLAND EXPERIENCE would have been a disaster. Everyone left feeling as though they had a wonderful time.

These memories of that first snowy vacation will forever remind my heart, my mind, and my soul that life was good. Luke had a way of making us all laugh through his entire twenty-one years that he was on this earth. Since Luke died sometimes it feels exactly as it did on that sleigh ride so long ago.... no laughter, no warmth, and no light. When that feeling surrounds me I search for hope and I search for Luke. I just have to remember to laugh at the memories, be warmed by the spirit, and to come out of the darkness and look to the light that will forever shine upon us all from that happy, warm, and bright Heavenly home that will someday be ours too.

© 2012 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


It's late, I'm tired, but I can't sleep.
The stars must still be out.
The moon is probably shining bright.
But I'm locked up in the house.

Energy escapes me now
To even look out through the glass.
I wonder if the world exists,
Or if this night will ever pass.

There's no one here to talk to
So I stare at lifeless walls.
I see his urn upon the shelf
But it makes no sense at all.

Where is the boy that used to be?
Is he here or is he there?
Now my mind is wandering
To the places that I fear.

A single thought from long ago
Reminding me of his death.
I try so hard to block it out
This thing that took his breath.

I need to think of something else
To try and find some peace.
All these thoughts are haunting me.
I guess I'll never get to sleep.

I try to focus only on
The memories that are good
But this old grief gets in the way,
I don't remember what I should

I know it must be dark outside
With Winter's chilling cold.
The night is all around me
As I sit here growing old.

My body aches, my mind is weak,
I'm weary and I'm drained.
Tears are falling down my cheeks
And my heart is filled with pain.

I'd like to lay my head down
And journey to the place of dreams
Where I can go to where he is
Far away from inner screams.

Winter is sleeping quietly
Beyond the window panes
But inside I am wide awake
Where thoughts of death remain.

With all these things to tire me
It seems that sleep would come.
But grief has altered everything
And my night has just begun.

© 2012 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


The lamp is burnin’ low upon my table top
The snow is softly fallin’
The air is still within the silence of my room
I hear your voice softly callin’
If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you

The smoke is rising in the shadows overhead
My glass is almost empty
I read again between the lines upon the page
The words of love you sent me

If I could know within my heart
That you were lonely too
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
Upon this winter night with you

The fire is dying now, my lamp is growing dim
The shades of night are liftin’
The mornin’ light steals across my windowpane
Where webs of snow are driftin’

If I could only have you near
To breathe a sigh or two
I would be happy just to hold the hands I love
And to be once again with with you
To be once again with with you

~ Words & music by Gordon Lightfoot 1967

Snowflakes are Angel Kisses


A new year! It is so hard to believe how time continues to pass. We have to face a new year without our child. It is difficult to leave behind each year and be further away from the year that our child lived and loved and died in. We now have to take on another year and we wonder how we are going to do that. Never will the year we leave behind come again.

My son, Luke, died in 2001 and it sometimes seems like an eternity since the last time I touched him and held him and talked to him and saw him and laughed with him, and then again, sometimes it seems like he died only yesterday. But many years have passed since that day, and I used to feel like I was loosing touch with that LAST moment that we had together because it was getting so far away from me, but as the years have passed I have come to realize that I am closer to the FIRST moment that we will be together in Heaven. A new year means that we are further away from "goodbye", but closer to "hello".

January has delivered a new year, whether we wanted it to or not! Sometimes when we are in the midst of a cold, lonely winter we wish so much for the warmth of springtime. It is much the same in our grief. Oh, how we wish for the days when the world seemed so much warmer. We have suffered the loss of someone so very special that it is very difficult to break away from that long, cold winter and look for the sun. It feels so dark, and cold, and dreary in this place of grief, and we feel so alone. We find ourselves frozen in the icy shadow of death, and in the fear of grief, and in the pain of tears. The cold we feel inside is a reminder of all of these things that we now have been forced to live with.

Spring is coming.... even though it seems as if the long, cold winter will never end. The spring that is coming is very different from the spring that we used to share with our child. In those days we took for granted how wonderful a morning breeze could feel as it skimmed across our face, how beautiful the sunrise was, and how mystical the thunder and rain were. The fragrance of the blooming flowers was something that we breathed in, not knowing that one day soon, for us, the flowers would loose their beauty and fragrance.

If only we could have those days back again, but we know they are gone forever. What we can have is the knowing that our child is with us in all of these things that we long for. They are in the morning breeze, the sunrise, the thunder, the rain, the snow, and the fragrance and beauty of the flowers.

With time.... a different kind of spring will come again. It will be a springtiime that will bring our child to us spiritually. We have to open every one of our senses to the possibility that our child is close, and is here, and is saying "hello" with signs from the other side. So step out of that cold, dark, dreary room and find the wonders that await you, because.... here comes the sun.

© 2016 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


I feel him in the morning breeze
As it skims across my face.
I see him in the sunrise
As it brightens up this place.

I hear him in the thunder
Before the sky begins to drip.
I taste him in the raindrops
That trickle down across my lips.

I smell him in the fragrance
Of every flower that's in bloom.
But these things I just imagine
From the corners of my room.

It's winter here in my room.
There's a chill down to my bones.
It's dark, and cold, and dreary
And I feel so all alone.

The cold is a reminder
Of this frigid, frozen fear
That casts those icy shadows
Of death, and grief, and tears.

I'm hoping for the sunshine,
Fragrant breezes, thunder, rain.
But most of all I'm hoping for...
A very early spring.

© 2008 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

APRIL 2010, Volume 25 No. 4
Bereavement Publications, Inc.


Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
And I say it's all right

Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it's all right

Sun, sun, sun, sun here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, sun here it comes
Sun, sun, sun, sun here it comes

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting
Little darling, it seems like years since it's been clear
Here comes the sun, here comes the sun,
And I say it's all right
It's all right

~ AS PERFORMED BY: James Taylor
~ WORDS AND MUSIC BY: Lennon/Harrison/McCartney

But where are the snows of yester year?

~ Francois Villon


It was January 1997, Luke was 18 years old. We were all living near Phoenix, Arizona in a house in the desert. Luke and his dad decided that they would take the day off, so Robin skipped work and Luke skipped his classes at college so they could take the 3 hour drive to Northern Arizona and go skiing at the ski resort Arizona Snowbowl in Flagstaff, Arizona. On the long drive up they had some wonderful talks as father and son, also as friends at the same time.

They had a great day of wintery fun together. They would ski together down the mountain, and then ride back up the ski lift as they discussed the run they had just taken. While going down the runs they would ski together until they came to the more difficult terrain that Luke would head for because he was a better and younger skier than his dad. They would always meet up together at the bottom and ride the ski lift together up to the top.

The day just flew by for the both of them and they were both very tired. They were resting in the lodge and the chair lift would be closing in 15 minutes. So Luke and his dad both agreed they were done for the day and would just rest together in the lodge before making the long drive back home. While they were resting a friend of Luke's walked up to them and asked if Luke wanted to make the last day of the run with him. Luke asked his dad if it would be okay. Luke's dad said..."Sure Luke, go with your friend and have a good time." Luke said...."Are you sure it is okay Dad, because I am worried about leaving you hear all alone." Luke's dad said.... "Luke it is okay, I will be right here waiting for you."

Those words would haunt his dad because just over three years later Luke would go with God to be with God forever and this time he would leave his dad more alone than anything imaginable in this world. No matter how long Luke's dad waits for Luke he knows that Luke will never be back because now Luke is the one waiting for his dad. And someday soon they will be together again and Luke will say... "Dad it's okay, I have been right here waiting for you."

© 2015 Christine & Robin Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


I'm waiting in the shadows
Of the time that slipped away,
Not waiting for tomorrow
Only waiting for yesterday.

Today I have my memories
But tomorrow I may forget.
I yearn to live in yesterday
Where time will never quit.

Tomorrow holds no promise.
Yesterday holds everything.
I will never cease to long for
What tomorrow can not bring.

Someday I'll be in yesterday.
In the place where time stands still
Reliving all my memories,
Once again I'll be fulfilled.

In yesterday we'll be together
Where you can't be taken away.
Until then there's no tomorrow,
Only waiting for yesterday.

© 2007 - Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


I took my love and I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
Till the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
And can I sail through the changing ocean tides
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Oh oh I don't know, oh I don't know

Well, I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older I'm getting older too
Yes I'm getting older too, so

I've been afraid of changing
'Cause I, I've built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Children get older
I'm getting older too oh yes
I'm getting older too

So, take this love, take it down
Oh if you climb a mountain and you turn around
If you see my reflection in the snow covered hills
Well the landslide will bring you down, down
And if you see my reflection in the snow covered hills

Well maybe the landslide will bring you down
Well well, the landslide will bring you down

~ AS PERFORMED BY: Stevie Nicks
~ WORDS AND MUSIC BY: Stevie Nicks

A small triangle floats from the sky.
It settles on the ground among thousands of others.
There isn't a replica of it anywhere.
Once it's's gone forever.

~ M. Kuhn


When our baby boy, Luke, was born on Halloween in 1979..... it was snowing. I remember that day as clear as if it were yesterday, but it was many, many years ago. I held my little boy close to me and I felt his warmth. I pulled him close and kissed his sweet little cheek. I cried when I held him knowing that he finally made his way to me. He had come so far to finally find his way home. That first winter of his life is a memory that I will never forget. I would stand at the window with my baby boy in my arms and my little girl by my side and just watch as the snow floated down from Heaven to find its way to us in that sleepy little town in Idaho.

Years later we moved to Arizona and built a little "weekend" cabin in Northern Arizona at the foot of the mountains. When our grown boy made his way to our little cabin in the woods..... it was snowing. He came through the front door brushing the newly fallen snow from his coat, I held him close to me and felt his warmth. I had to tiptoe to kiss him on the cheek. That night when everyone had fallen to sleep, I cried silently in my bed knowing that he had safely made his way to me. That last winter of his life is a memory that I will never forget. I stood at the window the next morning as he left and just watched as the snow floated down from Heaven to find its way to us at that little cabin in the mountains in Arizona.

It was twenty-one years between that first and last winter. It is now many winters from that time. Many years have passed since Luke's very last winter. Were those days long ago? Should those days be forgotten? In reality they were very long ago, but those days long ago will never be forgotten. In my mind I can visit those days from the past, and all the time between then and now somehow disappears. I know that the future holds for me the reality of those days long ago. I have far to go, but when I finally find my way home, I will hold him close and feel his warmth. I will kiss him on the cheek, and we will stand together and watch the snow gently float down from Heaven to the earth below and days long ago will be no more.

© 2011 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


I stared out through the window
With my baby in my arms,
Singing "rock-a-bye to sleep",
Dreaming of the things to come

Street lights were shining dimly,
Halfway veiled by falling snow.
The lamps in neighbors windows
Gave a soft and shadowed glow.

Cars moved slowly, almost silent;
On their homeward way they'ed go.
Sitting there in early twilight,
I saw pictures in the snow.

The years moved on so swiftly
Things changed with passing time
These arms that held that baby
No longer hold what's mine.

More souls have journeyed onward
Casting shadows on my face.
Somewhere beyond the twilight
In that quiet and peaceful place.

Some say the hour is darkest
Just before the dawn appears.
I'm still waiting in the twilight
But my eyes are full of tears.

This loneliness surrounds me
And things sometimes look so grim.
And the hope for life that's better
Often looks so very dim.

Footprints out on the walkway.
Snow will fill them very soon.
Far away in time and distance
I hear that old familiar tune.

Spring birds will soon be singing
And flowers blooming all around.
But as I stand here in the shadows
Snow still covers up the ground.

Waiting in the twilight dreaming
Of the ones I used to know.
I can almost see their faces
Among those pictures in the snow.

© 1979 - Christine Ross..... revised - © 2009
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001

Of all sound of all bells...
most solemn and touching
is the peal which rings out the Old Year.

~ Charles Lamb


When Luke was about 18 years old, and living at home, he left one day to go across town to meet some friends. I walked out to his car to see him off and to get my HUG and my "I love you mom" from Luke. He got in his car and as I leaned through the window to give him a kiss I noticed that he had a piece of paper taped over his gas gauge. I said "Luke, what is this?" He proudly said..."That's faith." I said..."What do you mean?" He said, "Well, I'm never sure if I am going to have enough money to put gas in my car, so I just cover up my gauge, and go by faith." I said firmly..."Luke, you can NOT ride around with your gas gauge covered up!" Luke said... "It's okay Mom, I will be taken care of." I said..."No, it is not okay, Luke... you are going to run out of gas!" Luke said..."God will take care of me." At that point I was getting really angry with him for doing something that, at the time, I thought was so ridiculous. So I said very firmly, "Luke... God is a busy man, and I don't think he has time to keep up with your gas tank." Luke then got angry with me, tore the paper off and said..."Mom, you just need to have a little more faith."

Three years later Luke died, and I really needed that faith that Luke always talked about. I was lost and didn't know where to turn. I searched for help on my computer and stumbled upon the Compassionate Friends site where I found a link to a grief group called Grieving Parents. This group was my salvation! I had found a place where I could talk about Luke and others would listen and they would talk about their children and their loss and I didn't feel so alone anymore. During that first week on-line I met so many sad and caring parents. I received a welcome from a mom in New Jersey who had lost her son Danny, just a few months before Luke had died. I noticed that in her email under her signature..... Arlene, Danny's forever mom... were the words "Walk by faith, not by sight." I felt an immediate connection to her and to her son. I told her Luke's story about his gas gauge and she responded with such support and understanding. From that day on we were the best of friends and still are after all these years of grieving. We often communicate on-line. We have visited each other's homes and shared so many stories about our boys. Arlene has received many signs from Luke and I have received many signs from Danny. She calls our boys "The Dynamic Duo". Luke has become a part of her family, just as Danny has become a part of our family. "Oh Danny Boy I love you so."

Danny died January 10, 2001 and Luke died April 3, 2001. Luke and Danny never knew each other on earth. I certainly don't know how things work in this universe but I feel that Danny and Luke were friends long before they even came to earth. I often imagine Danny standing there in Heaven waiting for Luke as he entered Heaven just a few months after Danny did, then Danny putting his arm around Luke and saying... "Welcome home old friend."

We know that our boys brought us together all those years ago so that we could help each other on this long, lonely journey. Luke and Danny are together in Heaven, they send us signs, they are okay, and they will meet us when our time comes. I know all these things because of something that my son tried to tell me many years ago... "Mom, you just need to have a little more faith."

© 2013 Christine Ross
~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


The earth is so still this cold New Year's morning.
The ground is bare, there's a hush in every tree.
I have but only one New Year's resolution,
To try and understand why... you were TAKEN FROM ME.

I sat in your garden this New Years morning.
I looked at your stone inscribed 2001.
My heart questions what me eyes tell me.
Have you really been away that long?

That year is coldly etched on your stone.
That year is forever a time from the past.
It's when I last touched you, it seems like forever,
But somehow it seems the years move by so fast.

Seems like yesterday you called on New Year's morning,
To tell me of your celebration on New Year's eve.
We talked and laughed but now I'm crying.
I just don't understand why... you had to leave.

It seems that you had so much to offer.
There's less happiness since you've been gone.
You loved so much and you gave so much.
Your absence just seems so very wrong.

Doesn't God realize the world needs your laughter?
How can the world continue without your smile?
We need you to hold us and we need you to touch us.
We need you to walk with us down these lonely miles.

I've had too many years to absorb these feelings,
I've had too many years to live without you, my son.
My world has ceased while life has continued.
I just can't believe another year has come.

I really understand that you won't be returning,
Even though I pray for it down on my knees.
I really understand that you're in a better place.
But I don't understand why... you were TAKEN FROM ME.

© 2002 - Christine Ross
revised 2014

~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


(There are a number of variations on these lyrics.
The following one is the original version.)

Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen, and down the mountain side,
The summer's gone, and all the roses falling,
It's you, it's you must go and I must bide.

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow,
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow,
It's I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow,
Oh, Danny Boy, oh Danny Boy, I love you so!

But when ye come, and all the flowers are dying,
If I am dead, as dead I well may be,
Ye'll come and find the place where I am lying,
And kneel and say an Ave there for me;

And I shall hear, though soft you tread above me,
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be,
For you will bend and tell me that you love me,
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me!

~ ~ Written by Frederic Weatherly

Out of the bosom of the Air,
Out of the cloud-folds of her garments shaken,
Over the woodlands brown and bare,
Over the harvest-fields forsaken,
Silent, and soft, and slow Descends the snow.

Author: Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

Snowmen fall from heaven... unassembled.

~ Author Unknown

With every falling flake,
a unique spark of interest falls from heaven.

~ P. Miller

No snowflake ever falls in the wrong place

~ Zen

Somewhere in the heavens
an angel made this delicate, flawless masterpiece.
Then the angel sent this work of art down to Earth
as a gift of beauty. ~ C. Preston


The years pass so quickly now
Changed from when my grief began
When minutes seemed like hours
And night seemed to never end.

January chills my soul
February holds my fears
March blows away all the good
April showers me with tears

May blooms faded memories
June shadows the summer sun
July obscures the darkest nights
August tells of things undone.

September whispers sadness
October makes teardrops fall
November reaps all regret
December cold ends it all.

January chills my soul
Starting another year of grief
Time just seems to pass me by
Without any sign of relief.

© 2018 - Christine Ross

~ in memory of Lucas Christopher Ross 1979 - 2001


Last Entry in Luke's Journal:

"When there is love in my heart and a smile on my face,
I need nothing else." ~ Luke Ross


Music playing:
Auld Lang Syne