Monday, November 19, 2007

The Love of a Brother Never Dies.


THE LOVE OF A BROTHER NEVER DIES.
IT STAYS STRONG AND ENDLESS AS TIME GOES BY.
SOMETIMES LIFE TAKES A TURN FOR THE WORST,
BUT A BROTHER'S LOVE CONTINUES ON ALWAYS FIRST.
WHEN ONE MUST GO ON TO THE HEAVENS ABOVE,
NOT EVEN THAT CAN STOP THEIR LOVE.
A PHYSICAL BODY DOESN'T HAVE TO BE THERE.
THE SURVIVING BROTHER FEELS HIM EVERYWHERE.
HE KNOWS HE HAS A GUARDIAN, HIS OWN PERSONAL ANGEL.
IT'S HIS BROTHER, HIS FRIEND NOT JUST A STRANGER.
A BROTHER'S LOVE IS FOREVER WITHOUT END.
IN LIFE OR IN DEATH ON EACH OTHER THEY CAN DEPEND.


JANDA
SETH'S MOMMA (08-05-07)





This was written by Janda, a dear friend "in grief".

Friday, November 16, 2007

We were a team; Ryan, Austin and I.


Ryan, my first born son is now an only child.

I hear his voice on the phone and I hold my breath, I simply can’t breathe from the fear of losing him. My heart aches from the sheer gratitude of having him for a son.

We were a team; Ryan, Austin and I. Through good times and bad times. Whether we were living near or far. Each son would call me to update me with what the other was doing…

Ryan called me one night and said, “Mom, Our dog died tonight, I am on my way back to college. Could you go pick Austin up and have him spend the night with you? I don’t want him alone tonight.”

Austin told me Ryan got a tattoo in anger at me over my change in religion, “Mom, don’t worry, he wanted to hurt you, but he’ll get over it. It will be okay.”

Dropping off my sons at the airport in Philadelphia, Ryan turned to me and said, “Mom, last night I left my hat at a strip club. Could you pick it up for me?” Later, Austin called me and said, “Oh, Mom, I can’t believe Ryan said that to you! He shouldn’t have!” I laughed and I did pick his hat up for him. That was typical of the boys…Ryan would tell me anything, Austin would protect me.