Nixzmary Brown

beautiful girl

How your life ended i dont know how you suffered i dont know i cant bare to find out because we all know you were hurt and let down by people whom should of cared for you.Im sure your in a special place in heaven now playing with the Angels and free from pain and torture .
We should also have a special place for evil people who take the lives of innocent children where they will be made to suffer everyday .But our goverment leaders dont agree. goodnight sweet Angel xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Karen

3 weeks ago

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Patricia Black

3 weeks ago

Hug....

Rest in peace lil girl......

Imani Melendez

3 weeks ago

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Little Children (Soul Mate)

3 weeks ago

Goodnight, Godbless xxx

Vixi Wroe

3 weeks ago

god bless you sweet angel away from the hands of pure evil rest in peace xxxxxxxxxxxxxx

Mary Gloster

3 weeks ago

THERE is wind where the rose was,
Cold rain where sweet grass was,
And clouds like sheep
Stream o'er the steep
Grey skies where the lark was.

Nought warm where your hand was,
Nought gold where your hair was,
But phantom, forlorn,
Beneath the thorn,
Your ghost where your face was.

Cold wind where your voice was,
Tears, tears where my heart was,
And ever with me,
Child, ever with me,
Silence where hope was.


Walter De La Mare

Bernie Bushe (GTS Friend)

November 30, 2011

Walk Within You

If I be the first of us to die,
Let grief not blacken long your sky.

Be bold yet modest in your grieving.
There is a change but not a leaving.

For just as death is part of life,
The dead live on forever in the living.
And all the gathered riches of our journey,
The moments shared, the mysteries explored,
The steady layering of intimacy stored,

The things that made us laugh or weep or sing,
The joy of sunlit snow or first unfurling of the spring,

The wordless language of look and touch,
The knowing,
Each giving and each taking,
These are not flowers that fade,
Nor trees that fall and crumble,
Nor are they stone,

For even stone cannot the wind and rain withstand
And mighty mountain peaks in time reduce to sand.

What we were, we are.
What we had, we have.
A conjoined past imperishably present.

So when you walk the woods where once we walked together
And scan in vain the dappled bank beside you for my shadow,

Or pause where we always did upon the hill to gaze across the land,
And spotting something, reach by habit for my hand,

And finding none, feel sorrow start to steal upon you,

Be still.
Clear your eyes.
Breathe.

Listen for my footfall in your heart.
I am not gone but merely walk within you.


Taken from The Smoke Jumper, by Nicholas Evans

Bernie Bushe (GTS Friend)

November 21, 2011

An Angels Kiss

We never stop to mention
Anything we might just miss
But if the wind should blow softly
You'll feel an angels kiss

A kiss that's sent from heaven
A kiss from up above
A kiss that's very special
From someone that you love



For in your pain and sorrow
A kiss will help you through
This kiss is very private
And is only meant for you

So when your heart is heavy
And filled with tears and pain
and no one can console you
Remember once again

About the one you grieve for
and so sadly miss
That gentle breeze you took for granted
Was your angels kiss

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Bernie Bushe (GTS Friend)

November 11, 2011

Acceptance

It isn't letting go.
It's going on.
It isn't only shadows,
And it isn't only dawn.
It isn't getting through it,
It's letting it come through me.
Not living in the darkness,
Though the darkness We can see.
It's living with the sorrow
But finding memories sweet.
It's knowing that it takes both sides
To make it all complete.
It's soaking up the sunshine
Along with the rain.
It's learning to let laughter
live side by side with pain.
It's knowing that the years
Won't change a love that's real,
Or take away the joy you brought,
or the sorrow that We feel.
It's knowing tears and laughter
Can live on the same face,
And your impression on OUR hearts
Can never be erased.

Gwen Flowers

Bernie Bushe (GTS Friend)

September 30, 2011