Colin McGuinness

do you know the number
please do you know the number for heaven up above i want to make a call to someone that i love,telephone directories enquiries,oh yes i have tried them all,i even asked the local priest because he talks to god you see i thought he,d have a direct line but he was no help to me,i tried the yellow pages but nothing seem to fit i just want to talk to you for just a little bit, love theresa xxx

Theresa Waters

May 12, 2009

hi baby

just a quick letter to you
i hope you can hear my prayers .i went to the hospital today.i have to have an op on my kidneys .god i am so scared and i know this time you wont be there to hold my hand.i think that is the hardest thing!our baby misses you so very much.you didnt even live to see her second birthday.she looks at your photo every day .smiles kisses it and says dadda .but to be honest more than anyone i miss you .i miss your cuddles the way you stroked my hair at night ,the way you held me when i cried and when i was scared.iknow there will never be anyone else for me.all i wanted was to have eternity with you and our girls and your boys.oh baby you should have seen declan at the funeral the way he cried broke my heart.i went to see you at the funeral home with your mum.and dont worry i am doing my best for her.just like i promised you.i miss you baby so much you could never know.you saved me from so manythings but mainly i guess from myself!i love you and always will and there could never be anyone who could ever compare
your princess
lizziexoxoxoxxoxox

Lizzie Sinha (Fiance)

January 29, 2009

For a father

Dad...so many images come to mind
whenever I speak your name;
It seems without you in my life
things have never been the same.

What happened to those lazy days
when I was just a child;
When my life was consumed in you
in your love, and in your smile.

What happened to all those times
when I always looked to you;
No matter what happened in my life
you could make my gray skies blue.

Dad, some days I hear your voice
and turn to see your face;
Yet in my turning...it seems
the sound has been erased.

Dad, who will I turn to for answers
when life does not make sense;
Who will be there to hold me close
when the pieces just don't fit.

Oh, Dad, if I could turn back time
and once more hear your voice;
I'd tell you that out of all the dads
you would still be my choice.

Please always know I love you
and no one can take your place;
Years may come and go
but your memory will never be erased.

Today, Jesus, as You are listening
in your home above;
Would you go and find my dad
and give him all my love.


Judy Burnette

Cheryl Dalton

January 16, 2009