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Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can;
and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys.
Alphonse de Lamartine
A Mother's Love For Her Son
Dear Wayne,
I treasure all the hearts you gave me each Valentine's Day...whether they were paper, glass or gold. But your heart was the most precious of them all.
Happy Valentine's Day,
Love Mom
Eden Ann Gay
~ Memorial Site ~
A Son's Love For His Mother
From: MIKE CB8
To: Mom
Subject: The Hero
Sent: Friday, March 3, 2000 3:58 AM
What a Mother means to a man in his twenties.
She will wake up in the middle of the night, and pick you up
wherever you are.
She will buy you food, cigarettes, gas, Whatever it is that you need
to get through the day.
She will bail you out when you need it. (literally)
She will offer you a shoulder, or lap, to cry on.
She will do everything in her power to make everything alright.
She will lend you her own car, and drive your piece of crap, when
you need it the most.
She will honestly tell you that she will give her life for you.
(Although hers is worth more than yours)
My fingers are too tired to say (type) what a Mother means to a kid
like me.
I love you more than anything in the world, (except Riah and
Leslie).
You are the most wonderful being in the world, I hope that you know
that.
Your best son,
Mike
Submitted by Linda Blount
Michael's Mom
8/29/76 - 3/21/01
The Love of Family & Friends Provides Strength To Go On
To My Mom and Dad, Children Jessica and Zac, Best Friends Donna and Lacy,
When I look at the pictures of Bud and myself in Vegas, I get so sad, because I miss the love that we shared everyday. If I didn't have my family and great friends to help me though each and everyday, I don't know what I would have done. I want you all to know how much I love you and how very important you are to me. Just remember Bud, I miss and love you so much. Thank you, My SWEETHEART, for all the Valentine's Day memories that you gave me.
In Loving Memory
Forrest Shields Demoss, JR.
Love,
Cheryl Marcum
To my son,Todd
"Forever My Valentine"
To my Angel above I send you
my heart, filled with love
A heart, that has known
no other pure love
then, that of a Mother
for her son.
"Valentine's" a day of
cupid's and arrow's,
But for me,
there's only sorrow.
The sorrow of,
lost time, regrets. . .
and no, tomorrow's.
Thought's of you, my Son
wrap around my heart.
And the pain. . .
so unbearable still.
The pain is etched,
deep within my soul,
for which, I can never let go.
In memory of my beloved son, Todd Ray Bethke
August 29th, 1971-----July 27th, 1994
by Ginger Bethke
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