• Those Gone Before Us

    A letter to Dad

    by  • May 10, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    Dear Dad, I miss the days when I was young. You held me tight and taught me how to be strong. I can still hear you call me “little one” in your voice, mom tells me that I sound just like you on the phone sometimes. I am turning 30 this year, not so little

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    A letter to Dad

    by  • May 10, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    Dear Dad, I miss the days when I was young. You held me tight and taught me how to be strong. I can still hear you call me “little one” in your voice, mom tells me that I sound just like you on the phone sometimes. I am turning 30 this year, not so little

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    P.S. I’ll always love you.

    by  • May 4, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    Sometimes I wish you’d just show me something. Make the lights flicker, whisper in my ear, yell my name, just something. I know it’s stupid, but I wish you would. I wish that I could still feel you, but it’s becoming harder and harder as time passes. I always know you’re there, but I just

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    P.S. I’ll always love you.

    by  • May 4, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    Sometimes I wish you’d just show me something. Make the lights flicker, whisper in my ear, yell my name, just something. I know it’s stupid, but I wish you would. I wish that I could still feel you, but it’s becoming harder and harder as time passes. I always know you’re there, but I just

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    by  • April 29, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 1 Comment

    Mother, It’s my first birthday without you, I don’t feel much like celebrating …but knowing you, you’d want me to go out and have fun. It’s just too hard to be excited about anything, nothing would make me happier than the impossible; celebrating it with you here. I miss you so much. Rest In Peace.

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    by  • April 29, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 1 Comment

    Mother, It’s my first birthday without you, I don’t feel much like celebrating …but knowing you, you’d want me to go out and have fun. It’s just too hard to be excited about anything, nothing would make me happier than the impossible; celebrating it with you here. I miss you so much. Rest In Peace.

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    Missing You Papa Joe

    by  • April 27, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    Tonight was a horrible night for me. Tonight I found out that once again my mother failed to pass on bad news. Tonight I found out – on my own – that you had passed away. Let me start at the beginning. I was a little girl, maybe 5 or 6 the day that I

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    Missing You Papa Joe

    by  • April 27, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    Tonight was a horrible night for me. Tonight I found out that once again my mother failed to pass on bad news. Tonight I found out – on my own – that you had passed away. Let me start at the beginning. I was a little girl, maybe 5 or 6 the day that I

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    if you could see me now

    by  • April 7, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    “I’m trying to make you proud Do everything you did I hope you’re up there with God Saying that’s my kid ?” - If You could see me now, The Script

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    if you could see me now

    by  • April 7, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    “I’m trying to make you proud Do everything you did I hope you’re up there with God Saying that’s my kid ?” - If You could see me now, The Script

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    Today, was a good day to die

    by  • April 6, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    Today.. yes it was a good day to die. it was hard, for everyone of us, but we didn’t fall. We kept hoping, standing on our feet, fighting with reality, while one of our lovely friend couldn’t. He couldn’t fight with reality anymore, and decided just to let his soul caught in reality, and his

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    Today, was a good day to die

    by  • April 6, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    Today.. yes it was a good day to die. it was hard, for everyone of us, but we didn’t fall. We kept hoping, standing on our feet, fighting with reality, while one of our lovely friend couldn’t. He couldn’t fight with reality anymore, and decided just to let his soul caught in reality, and his

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    To the kid who graduated from my school about three years ago

    by  • March 17, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    I had no idea who you were, But you were in the same class as my sister, And even though she didn’t know you well either, It’s undeniably sad to know 21 years was all you had until you ended it all. To anyone that reads this, and has ever contemplated suicide: Please…please know that

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    To the kid who graduated from my school about three years ago

    by  • March 17, 2013 • * Safe for Work *, Those Gone Before Us • 0 Comments

    I had no idea who you were, But you were in the same class as my sister, And even though she didn’t know you well either, It’s undeniably sad to know 21 years was all you had until you ended it all. To anyone that reads this, and has ever contemplated suicide: Please…please know that

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    Suicide was not the answer

    by  • March 15, 2013 • Soulmate, Those Gone Before Us • 1 Comment

    You killed yourself just months ago and through the memorial service-receiving the flag that honored your service, the handful of ashes that were once your flesh and taking care of our son haven’t stopped me from expecting you to still walk through the door. I’m still so angry that you’re dead. If you were here

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    Suicide was not the answer

    by  • March 15, 2013 • Soulmate, Those Gone Before Us • 1 Comment

    You killed yourself just months ago and through the memorial service-receiving the flag that honored your service, the handful of ashes that were once your flesh and taking care of our son haven’t stopped me from expecting you to still walk through the door. I’m still so angry that you’re dead. If you were here

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