My Shoes. / Hilda Bryant (none-(Mother of another young angel) )Read >>
My Shoes. / Hilda Bryant (none-(Mother of another young angel) )
I am wearing a pair of shoes,
They are ugly shoes,
I hate me shoes.
Each day I wear them,
and each day I wish I had another pair.
Some days my shoes hurt so bad that
I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes,
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in other's eyes that they are glad
that they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are
might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes
you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on,
you can never take them off.
I now realize, I am not the only
one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some people are like me and ache daily
as they try to walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk
in them so they don't hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long
that day's will go by before they
think about how much they hurt.
No parent deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet because of these shoes I am a stronger person.
These shoes have given me the strength
to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes
of a parent who has lost their child.
May GOD hold and comfort you this day and everday for the rest of your life. Close
I knew Kevin from the time he came to the 82nd. we had a close relationship. we lived in a Humvee together for the better part of a year. His unwavering courage always inspired me to drive on no matter what was happening at the time. It didnt matter if someone had just been blown up or if he was giving an operational Order i never once saw him loose his cool. he taught me so much in what it means to be a man and a leader.
Beautiful memories are wonderful things.... / Kelly Collins (none)Read >>
Beautiful memories are wonderful things.... / Kelly Collins (none)
Beautiful memories are wonderful things,
they last till the longest day,
they never wear out, never get lost,
and can never be given away.
To some you may be forgotten,
to others a part of the past.
But to those who loved you,
your memory will always last. Close
A life well-lived doesn't end...... / Margaret Collins (none)Read >>
A life well-lived doesn't end...... / Margaret Collins (none)
A life well-lived doesn't end any more than the music ends, it echoes through time with whispers of beauty and grace. If we listen, we can hear the encore with our hearts, for the song plays on, just as love lives on. Just remember that grief cannot take away the happiness you shared, that sorrow will fade in time, but love remains forever. Close
Lt. Gaspers has entered grace.... / Stevie Coan (none)Read >>
Lt. Gaspers has entered grace.... / Stevie Coan (none)
There beside a grave she stands.
A folded flag clutched in her hands.
A silent teardrop on her face,
Her brave young child, has entered grace.
She does not hear the sermon said,
just memories run through her head.
The child she held so long ago,
the child with faith she let go.
The child who heard the nations call,
and in the end gave it all.
Without fear or thoughts of self,
thoughts of freedom and little else.
The bugle sounds taps in the wind,
a mournful song it does send.
A reminder to us all, that for freedom,
this price was paid,
and her sweet young to rest was laid.
Peace be with you all. Close
The Soldier Poem. / Nikki Coan (none)
I was that which others did not want to be.
I went where others feared to go,
and did what others failed to do.
I asked nothing from those who gave nothing,
and reluctantly accepted the thought of eternal loneliness............should I fail.
I have seen the face of terror; felt the stinging cold of fear; and enjoyed the taste of a moments love.
I have cried, pained, and hoped.........but most of all,
I have lived times others would say were best forgotten. At least some day I will be proud to say that I was proud of what I was..........a soldier. Close
THANK YOU / Bethany Marysville Wa (PASSING THRU )Read >>
THANK YOU / Bethany Marysville Wa (PASSING THRU )
I just want to thank you for sharing you story with me. I also want to thank you for sharing your brave son with us. I would want him to know that I appreciate everything he did to make us free. Because of Kevin and all those other men and woman over there my family is able to live the life we live.
I am so sorry for your loss. I know that you are proud of your soilder I could hear it thru you writings. You should be very proud. He was an amazing soilder to come back and then leave again so soon and to be so young and brave.
Peace be with you and your family. Thru your memories may you find comfort.
I am a mother and I can't imagine. I will pray for you.
One soldier to another.... / Hannah Tarpley Read >>
One soldier to another.... / Hannah Tarpley
Just wanted you to know that you and your family will always be in my prayers. I am a soldier myself but only a PV2, you have obviously done some great things in your life and serving your country was one of them! But dying for your country is number one! That is how i would like to die....serving my country....May you sit and talk to God as friends and look over us and smile! God bless you and your family....and remember we are fighting for you overseas
The tide recedes... / Norma Coan (visitor)
The tide recedes but leaves bright seashells on the sand, the sun goes down but the gentle warmth still lingers on the land. The music stops & yet it echoes on in the sweet refrains...for every joy that passes, something beautiful remains. Close
THANK YOU FROM THOSE YOU CHOSE TO PROTECT. / Helen Davidson Read >>
THANK YOU FROM THOSE YOU CHOSE TO PROTECT. / Helen Davidson
1 Corinthians 13 Love is patient, love is kind and envies no one. Love is never boastful, nor conceited, nor rude; never selfish, not quick to take offense.
Love keeps no score of wrongs; does not gloat over another's sins, but delights in truth.There is nothing love cannot face; there is no limit to its faith,its hope, and its endurance
In a word, there are three things that last forever: faith,hope and love; but the greatest of them all is love.
May these words comfort you in your time of sorrow. God bless all the mothers and fathers that have to bury their children.
Thank you for sharing your grief with us...you are not alone. Close
Never Forgotten! / Misty (Sister of Cpl. Rusty Washam KIA 2/14/06 )Read >>
Never Forgotten! / Misty (Sister of Cpl. Rusty Washam KIA 2/14/06 )
Thinking of you and your family this Veteran's Day!