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Memorial created 05-3-2006 by
Susan Milam
Clinton Terry Milam
April 7 1993 - August 5 2003

In a quiet country cemetery,
Where the gentle breezes blow,
Lies my son I love so dearly;
He died a while ago.
His resting place I visit,
Placing flowers there with care,
But no one knows my heartache,
When I turn to leave them there.
Though his smile is gone forever,
And his hands I cannot touch,
Still I have so many memories
of the son I loved so much.
His memory is my keepsake,
With which I will never part.
God has him in His keeping;
I have him in my heart.
 
 
 
 
 
~Author Unknown~
 

It isn't for the moment you are struck that you need courage, but for the long uphill climb back to sanity and faith and security.

      ~ Anne Morrow Lindbergh ~

 

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill,
He sounds too blue to fly.
The midnight train is whining low, I'm so lonesome I could cry.
I've never seen a night so long when time goes crawling by.
The moon just went behind a cloud, to hide its face and cry.
Did you ever see a robin weep when leaves began to die?
That means he's lost the will to live, I'm so lonesome I could cry.
The silence of a falling star lights up a purple sky.
And as I wonder where you are I'm so lonesome I could cry.
 
Hank Williams, Sr.
 

 
 
A Dad Hurts Too  
 
People don't always see the tears a dad cries,
His heart is broken too when his child dies,
He tries to hold it together and be strong,
Even though his world's gone wrong,
He holds his wife as her tears fall,
Comforts her through it all,
He goes through his day doing what he's supposed to do,
But a piece of his heart has been ripped away, a Dad hurts too,
So when he's alone he lets out his pain,
And his tears come like falling rain,
His world has crashed in around him,
And a world that was once bright has gone dim,
He feels he has to be strong for others,
But Dads hurt too, not just the Mothers,
He searches for answers but none are to be found,
He hides behind a mask when he is feeling down,
He smiles through his tears,
He struggles and holds in his fears,
But what you see on the outside is not always real,
Men don't always show how they really feel,
So I'd like to ask a favor of you,
The next time you see a mother hurting over the loss of her child,
please remember.....a Dad hurts too.
 
 
Judi Walker Copyright 2002
 

Artist: Josh Groban
Lyrics: Linda Thompson
 
 
Who can say for certain, maybe you're still here
I feel you all around me, your memory's so clear
Deep in the stillness I can hear you speak
You're still an inspiration
Can it be that you are mine forever love
And you are watching over me from up above
Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight
To see you smile, if only for awhile to know you're there
A breath away's not far to where you are
Are you gently sleeping here inside my dream
And isn't faith believing all power can't be seen
As my heart holds you just one beat away
I cherish all you gave me everyday
'Cause you are mine
Forever love
Watching me
from up above
And I believe that angels breathe
And that love will live on and never leave
Fly me up to where you are
Beyond the distant star I wish upon tonight
To see you smile
If only for awhile
To know you're there
A breath away's not far to where you are
I know you're there
A breath away's not far to where you are
 
 

I wrote you a letter last night,
telling you how much I love you, and lots of other things.
I also told you from my heart, the sorrow your leaving means.
I told you that I'm sorry you had to leave that way,
and how very, very sorry I am I wasn't with you that day.
 
 
I found a stone this morning, lying in my path, it gave me quite a start.
It's smooth and black with a touch of gray, like an arrow through the heart.
It's naturally shaped, but if you look, it's very easy to see...
It looks like a heart that clearly says....
"with love, from Clint to me."
 
Mom
 

1993 to 2003
 
Forever 10, and always on my mind -
Frozen in that place, frozen in that time.
The perfect puddle, under the perfect tree -
Looking for frogs, or flowers...for me.
Always happy, always carefree,
 
I see him running like the wind; through the trees.
Sleeping in on Saturday, watching cartoons til noon-
Snorkeling with Dad, or watching the moon.
Power Rangers, Pokemon, Captain Underpants, Sponge Bob-
To the world of a child, the world of wonder, he belonged.
 
Big sparkling eyes, beautiful smile,
loving his life in his very own style.
Happy, adventurous, and just as silly as could be,
just another child to you - but the whole world to me.
 
Frozen in place and frozen in time-Forever he’ll stay 10, in my heart and my mind.
 
 
1993 to eternity.
 
 

If I were a dragonfly, embued with angel's wings...
 I'd fly across the sky so high!
I'd laugh and dance and sing!
If I were a dragonfly, embued with angel's wings...
 
To Clint, with love, from Mom....
 

A thousand tears or more these eyes have cried
and a thousand more lay in wait -
I am bathed with them
and yet my heart is still broken,
and all that is within me aches
with the loss of you, the wanting of you.

There is never a time for this that is right-
never a way that can prepare the heart
for this reft -you have passed through
my arms too soon, like sand flowing through fingers
I could not hold you here, though
I would try.

I know that your spirit flies free
and in the quiet depths of my heart, I can see you still
in the rhythm of the waves upon the shore
in the crisp fall air that fills my chest,
in the iridescent gleam of each dragonfly
skimming the surface between heaven and earth.

 

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