nightshooter09
In Memory of Colin 1988-2009
Until I can find the perfect image, I'm leaving this one in memory of Stacey's and Scott's son, Colin . . . for my friends and contact Scott who wrote on his website: "Artist second, dad first, friend always." May it comfort you to always remember, yesterday - the very last quote I read that your son wrote of YOU was: "My Heroes: My Loving Mother and Father". He knew you loved him in the end. Never forget. Rest in peace, Colin.
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In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
we remember them;
In the blowing of the wind and the chill of the winter,
we remember them;
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them;
In the warmth of the sun and the peace of summer,
we remember them;
In the rustling of the leaves and the beauty of autumn,
we remember them;
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
we remember them;
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them;
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them;
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them;
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now part of us,
as we remember them.
~ Anonymous
As compiled in: "First Tears Over the Loss of Your Child"
In Memory of Colin 1988-2009
Until I can find the perfect image, I'm leaving this one in memory of Stacey's and Scott's son, Colin . . . for my friends and contact Scott who wrote on his website: "Artist second, dad first, friend always." May it comfort you to always remember, yesterday - the very last quote I read that your son wrote of YOU was: "My Heroes: My Loving Mother and Father". He knew you loved him in the end. Never forget. Rest in peace, Colin.
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In the rising of the sun and in its going down,
we remember them;
In the blowing of the wind and the chill of the winter,
we remember them;
In the opening of buds and in the rebirth of spring,
we remember them;
In the warmth of the sun and the peace of summer,
we remember them;
In the rustling of the leaves and the beauty of autumn,
we remember them;
In the beginning of the year and when it ends,
we remember them;
When we are weary and in need of strength,
we remember them;
When we are lost and sick at heart,
we remember them;
When we have joys we yearn to share,
we remember them;
So long as we live, they too shall live,
for they are now part of us,
as we remember them.
~ Anonymous
As compiled in: "First Tears Over the Loss of Your Child"