For Sylvia: Starry, Starry Night

A life of wonder, Sylvia lived from July 20, 1924 ~ March 21, 1999

Sylvia was a wonderful, nurturing, loving mother to three children...
David Mark, Scott and Randi Merri...
Sylvia was a wonderful, caring and loving wife to Joe.
They married in a magical ceremony on October 31, 1948.
Sylvia was also a loving, nurturing grandma to...
David Benjamin, Jennifer Ann, Danny Thomas and Marisa Amy.

Mom, I wanted to make this a special tribute for you. I should have done it while you were alive, so you could see it, huh? Well, this is the best I could do. You sacrificed so much for me and my brothers. Growing up in the Bronx was so cool. I always knew you were going to be there for me and you were, mom. You never let me down. I'm sorry I couldn't help you after you got sick. But I know you knew how much I adored you. I feel so privileged to have a mother as wise and loving as you. I will never forget that love. It envelops me every single day of my life. I will take it to my grave. A love this special couldn't go unnoticed. I had to pay homage to it. I hope everyone who comes to my site will take away something significant from the site. For Always,I am your child, Randi

Starry, Starry Night
Starry, starry night
Paint your palette blue and gray.
Look out on a summer's day
With eyes that know the darkness in my soul.
Shadows on the hills,
Sketch the trees and daffodils,
Catch the breeze and the winter chill
In colors on the snowy linen land.
(Chorus)
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen.
They did not know how.
Perhaps they’ll listen now.
Starry, starry night
Flaming flowers that brightly blaze
Swirling cloud and violet haze
Reflect in Vincent’s eyes of China blue.
Colors changing hue.
Mourning fields of amber grain
Weathered faces lined in pain
Are soothed beneath the artist’s loving hands.
(Chorus)
Now I understand what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen
They did not know how
Perhaps they’ll listen now.
For they could not love you
But still your love was true.
And when no hope was left inside
On that starry, starry night
You took your life as lovers often do.
But I could have told you, Vincent,
This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you.

Like the strangers that you’ve met,
The ragged men in ragged clothes.
The silver thorn, a bloody rose
Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow.
Now I think I know what you tried to say to me
And how you suffered for your sanity.
And how you tried to set them free.
They would not listen.
They’re not listening still
Perhaps they never will.

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I Am Your Child
I am your child
Wherever you go, you take me too
Whatever I know, I learned from you
Whatever I do, you taught me to do
I am your child
And I am your chance
Whatever will come, will come from me
Tomorrow is won, by winning me
Whatever I am, you taught me to be
I am your hope, and I am your chance
I am your child
Whatever I am, you taught me to be
I am your hope, I am your chance
I am your child

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"The Dark Candle"

A man had a little daughter--an only and much beloved child. He lived only for her, she was his life. So when she became ill and her illness resisted the efforts of the best obtainable physicians, he became like a man possessed, moving heaven and earth to bring about her restoration to health.

His best efforts proved fruitless unavailing, however, and the child died. The father was totally irreconciliable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting himself away from his many friends refusing every activity that might restore his poise and bring him back to his normal self.

Then one night he had a dream. He was in heaven, and witnessing a grand pageant of all the little child angels. They were marching in an apparently endless line past the Great White Throne. Every white-robed, angelic tot carried a candle. He noticed, however, that one child's candle was not lit. Then he saw that the child with the dark candle was his own little girl. Rushing towards her, while the pageant faltered, he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and asked, "How is that your candle is the only one not lit?" "Father, they often relight it, but your tears always put it out again," she said.

Just then he awoke from from his dream. The lesson was crystal clear, and it's effects were immediate. From that hour on he was no longer a recluse, but mingled freely and cheerfully with his former friends and associates. No longer would his little darling's candle be extingushed by his useless tears.

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"Goodbye...Hello"
Maybe it's time I'm on my way
I don't belong to yesterday
Oh, how it hurts inside
Please come and heal this heart of mine
I pray that I will be strong
Give me the strength to walk on
I wish there was another way, goodbye
Chorus:
I'll walk, I'll walk again
I'll dream, I'll dream again
I''ll laugh in the fields of tomorrow
I know you'll hold my hand
I am not afraid
I'll carry the good times
I'll carry the bad times too
I know on this journey there's a future and a hope
Goodbye...hello
All I can do is dry my tears
Now is the time to face my fears
Open my eyes to see the beauty that tomorrow brings
Though I don't understand today
There's a reason I must walk this way
After the hard goodbye, I'll say hello

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