In Memory of Jeremy Chad Long

sixty nine hundred and forty one days..... 19 years....

sixty seven hundred twenty nine days.............

“Today I wrote a note to the mom of a 22-year-old girl who died. I wanted to say don’t believe those other cards. The ones that say “time heals” and “God only takes the best” and “may your sorrows be lessened.” You’ll only be disappointed.

I wanted to say this is the most heart-wrenching, chest-crushing, breath-stealing tragedy on earth.

I wanted to tell her there will be days she wants to die, and friends who will not understand some of the things she does or says.

I wanted to tell her she will still feel her daughter’s presence at times, sometimes so strongly that it is as if she is dancing just at the edge of whatever activity is going on. And other times she might not feel her presence at all.

I wanted to tell her that her life will not go back, that she will never be the same, because a piece of her left with her daughter.

And that even though the pain does not go away, somehow her soul will eventually make enough room so she can hold it all– the grief, the pain, the joy and the love.

I wanted to tell her… but I didn’t. Instead, I wrote— I’m sending love, for words are pointless right now.

And that is the truth.” - Susi Costello
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When we enter the frightening world of child loss, our brain goes haywire. We can't think straight, can't make decisions, and when we do they're often the wrong ones. We cry at the most unusual times. Our moods change every hour. We eat too much, or we don't eat enough. We're awake all night. We're afraid everytime the phone rings. And, this is only the tip of the iceberg called grief!'

"Grieving the loss of a child is a process, it begins the day your child passes and ends the day the parent joins them." --BJ Karrer

so very very true................

Happy Birthday my son ! I love you....

Heartbroken

As I wake up every morning,
My heart breaks again and again.
You're the first thing on my mind,
Happy life has been left behind.

I miss your smiles, your hugs...
the way you made me laugh;
We have lost so much
Now that you have passed.

I can't believe you're gone,
The pain too much to bear;
I think of you always;
It's just so unfair.

You were far too young,
No chance to mature;
You would have been a great dad,
Of that I am sure.

A part of me died too,
I would happily go in your place;
I'll never understand why,
It has to be a mistake.

I'm trying to survive,
The best that I know how;
I wish I could have you back.
It's too late for that now.

My son, I'll always love you,
I'll meet you there someday;
Until that time shall come,
In my heart you'll stay.

When I Was There

When I was there with you and lived my life as your son
I knew you loved me with all your heart: I felt it from day one.

I never once regretted having chose you for my mom and dad,
and although our time together was short, please don't stay sad.

You see, when I was with you I learned so very much, and I took
with me to my other life all my memories of your love....

I share it with the other kids I've met since I've arrived,
we all have memories of those special times, and
please never doubt that we're alive.....

We are busy helping others and we watch over you with pride
as we see you helping others and giving of your time.

I see sometimes when you think of me you are sad that I am gone,
but remember that I'm still with you: you just can't see me tag along.

I go with you on your travels, and yes that's me in your dreams at night;
I still look that same, just maybe a little more handsome in this light......

Here there is no sadness, Mom, only joy and love and peace,
and here is where I'll wait, until you can come and live with me.....

In my world now there is no rush, things just happen day by day,
so take your time and enjoy life, have a little fun, it really is okay.

And when you make your journey to this place where we're all one,
remember, I'll be waiting and I'll always be your son....