Amongst the twinkling stars.
In my minds eye I see you, hope to hear
you,
That you’re not too far.
I can sob and weep, but don’t want to
It just won’t change how I miss you.
Don’t utter the words, “It’ll be okay”
I just don’t see how; I’m selfish that way.
You are at peace and this I am sure
It is us left here with this emptiness
Because your future was supposed to
hold more.
To have seen the man you should be
The things you would have done.
To realize the wonder
Of just who you would have become.
So I stare into the endless sky
With a feeling of loss, inexplicable
Of the countless lives you’d have
changed,
Given time,
And the knowledge your brief time here
was a
MIRACLE.
Aunt Alien, (Debbie)
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It's been one year since you've gone, and I
remember.
I remember the day you were born, just 17 days
after your cousin Samantha came into this
world. What an exciting time for our family.
I remember you growing up in my home,
reading the sports pages with Grandpa, learning
to ride a two-wheel bike, going off to school,
Grandpa teaching you about the stock market
and "discussing" the Islanders and the Rangers.
I remember the trips we took (even antiquing)
and the Blue Willow conventions you attended
with me. You made such a wonderful
impression on my Willow friends.
I remember the large family dinners at home
and playing games like Trivial Pursuit, Pictionary
or cards afterward. Although she was young,
Samantha joined the adults while you and your
cousin Zachary played "Spies" or "Ghostbusters"
or "Ninja Turtles", always sneaking up and down
the stairs trying to hide from the rest of the
family, and always laughing.
I remember how you teased me, asking me
"why", "why", ''why" to everything I said until I
stopped you with "Y" is a crooked letter, and
you laughed.
From the time you were very young, you would
ask me "Who's your favorite grandchild?" and I
would say "I don't have a favorite", and you
would say "No, No, really, who's your favorite?"
Always, I would tell you "I love all of my
grandchildren equally".
On Thursday, July 24, 2003, your Mom and Jim
were on a short vacation. I invited you to my
house for supper before you went to work at
Waldbaum's. After we ate we sat and talked
about lots of things, including the Mets.
Then you asked me, again, smiling, "Who's your
favorite grandchild?" We went through the same
routine, again, and as you started down the stairs
to leave, you turned to me laughing and said
"Yeah, yeah, I know it's me."
I remember your laughing face.
I remember the joy you brought into our lives.
I remember I love you.
Grandma
