Cannot believe. Though a birth can be uncertain, death is unavoidable.
When and how it will happen, no body can predict.

He was 19 years old, and I miss him like hell already. He was too young to go.

It's funny the things you end up remembering for all your life, and those funny things are the things that end up comforting you in a strange way - because there comes a time when those memories are all that is left, and you have to hold them close to you and keep them alive because they keep the old times alive. And this is the time when I am holding them as close to my heart as I can.



Jesus said: "Come to me, all you who labor and are overburdened, and I will give you rest. Shoulder my yoke and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. Yes, my yoke is easy and my burden light."

POEM:
The lights are blinking merrily
The tinsel's on the tree
It sits there in the window
For all the world to see.

The house is filled with holly
And pinecone scents the air
The Christmas cards keep coming
Each one is hung with care.

The gifts are tied with ribbons red
And topped with pretty bows
I'm done with all the details
As far as Christmas goes.

The fire is softly glowing
I think about your touch
But Christmas isn't Christmas
I miss you oh, so much.

If I could have just anything
My Christmas wish would be
To wake up in the morning
And find you here with me.

I reminisce our Christmas' past
The joy and love we shared
Moonlit walks and midnight talks
And ways you showed you cared.

Staring at your picture
I long to be set free
Tonight the tears are streaming
As I hold it next to me.

Flakes of snow swirl through the air
I'm braced for stormy weather
I wait for brighter days ahead
When we can be together.

So hold a place in heaven dear
Someday when life is through
I'll be the Christmas angel
Who shares this day with you.