~ Treasured Memories ~



The Heart hath its own memory, like the mind. And in it are enshrined the precious keepsakes, into which is wrought the giver's loving thought.

H.W. Longfellow

Treasured Memories ~ was created in memory of our loved one's lost to suicide, as a healing tool for those of us left behind. It gives us a place to share interesting, funny, sad, proud and other memorial moments in which we spent with the ones' we remember and our lives together with them. Treasured Memories also provides a place for the visitors of our site to get to know our loved one's. If you would like to submit an entry, click on the email link at the bottom of the page - send your memory submission, loved one's name, their dates and your name with your relationship to your loved one. We will add your submission at our first available moment. You need not be a member of our organization or any of our affiliates to send a submission.

Thank you for stopping in and we hope you have a pleasant and memorable visit.

"If, instead of a gem, or even a flower, we should cast the gift of a loving thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels give."

George MacDonald
Loving Memories

Your gentle face and patient smile
With sadness we recall
You had a kindly word for each
And died beloved by all.

The voice is mute and stills the heart,
That loved us well and true,
Ah, bitter was the trial to part
From one so good as you.

You are not forgotten loved one,
Nor will you ever be,
As long as life and memory last
We will remember thee.

We miss you now our hearts are sore,
As times go by we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your gentle face,
No one can fill your vacant place.

Author Unknown
                                                                                                 		In Our Hearts

We thought of you with love today,
But that is nothing new.
We thought about you yesterday,
And days before that too.

We think of you in silence.
We often speak your name.
Now all we have are memories,
And your picture in a frame.

Your memory is our keepsake,
With which we'll never part.
God has you in His keeping.
We have you in our heart.

Unknown Author


Memories Of Jay ~ From His Grandma

Jay was a fun loving young man who liked to fish and hunt. He also loved his dog Spike. He had a smile that was as bright as two headlights that I believe is what made all the girls chase him. He would lose a girlfriend this minute and a few minutes later he would have another. He couldn't read or write but he held a great fondness for the very young and the very old as those were the ones that didn't take advantage of him. I, as his grandmother, loved him very much even though he could be a hand full.

Joan Jacobson
Jay Jacobson - beloved grandson
07-31-78 to 03-04-02
Sioux Falls, SD
~ Memorial Site ~

Memories Of Wayne ~ From His Mom

When Wayne was young, his smiles and facial expressions were so open and honest. He had several different smiles and once you got to know him, you could tell if he was genuinely happy, being mischievous, laughing inwardly, being polite, etc. When he was about 6-7 years old, I would tell him that I always knew when he had done something because I could 'read' his cheeks. I never explained fully that it was usually his smiles and facial expressions that would give him away. I'll never forget the day he approached me after doing something (and at this point I don't remember what)....his hands were up, palms open and pressed tightly across his cheeks...covering them! He proceeded to tell me about whatever he had done. It was all I could do not to fall down laughing because he was covering his cheeks so I couldn't 'read' them! :) He kept those different smiles but they became a bit more guarded in his teen years...but every once in awhile, I would catch a glimpse of one.

ANN GAY, Wayne's Mom
11/2/87 - 11/10/03

"When Someone You Love Becomes A Memory,
The Memory Becomes A Treasure"
~ Memorial Site ~

Memories Of Alex ~ From His Mom

This memory has been coming back with a vengeance and it bothers me that there might have been some innuendos that I didn't pick up on from Alex. The night Alex completed suicide I had picked him up from school and was driving home. We lived across town from where Alex was going to private school. On the way home he told me this story:

There was a married couple that had a lot of financial burdens and they were barely making it from paycheck to paycheck. One evening they got an anonymous phone call from a man making them an offer. The offer was if he gave them alot of money, enough to take care of their bills and be rich, would they go for it. They said sure, what was the catch. The man told them that someone in the world would have to die for their wish to come true. They talked about it amongst themselves, and asked the stranger would they know the person who would die? The man said it wouldn't be anyone they knew. They couldn't go through with it, even though it would be someone they didn't know - taking a life was just to high of a price to be paid for their desires to be met. So they said no. The stranger gave them his number in case they changed their minds. The wife kept thinking about it all night and thought how great it would be to have the burden of their financial issues lifted from their shoulders. So, the next morning after her husband left for work she called the stranger back and told him she wanted to go ahead with the deal. Within hours she received enough money to pay off their bills and pad her and her husband to live comfortably for the rest of their lives. Hours after that she received a phone call that her husband had just been killed in a car accident. She immediately called the stranger back and told him that he said that no one she knew would die from this wish being fulfilled. The stranger on the other end simply replied to her "Did you really know him?"

After Alex told me this story he turned to me and said that was "Funny huh Mom?" I told him no I didn't think it was funny at all and asked him about it. It was just such a strange story (joke as he called it). He said he heard it at school. I don't know. This story has been bothering me so much and I just wish I would have asked Alex what he meant by it. What could he have possibly been thinking at the time he told me this story? Maybe that he was a happy little boy on the outside but there was more to him then I even knew. As a mother I thought I knew everything about him. It's one of those what if moments with me. Dang! If only... Debbie

Memory is a child walking along the seashore. You never can tell what small pebble it will pick up and store away among its treasured things.

Pierce Harris






      



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