For Everyone Whos Lost Someone

Frankly people never cease to amaze me. Somedays its for good, others bad. Ive come home to an over abundence of emails from Rourke fans wanting a place to express their sympathy and let Mickey know that he is not alone, in thought, regarding his blood brother Joe's departure from this plane of exsistance last year. We'll I cant do that, nor post all the nice things that his fans have to say(the post would be 10 miles long. Mickey has the most heartfelt fans out there, well at least the ones who emailed me, in my opinion). However, I can post something that I feel is not cheesy, nor disrespectful, to try and put a voice on my inbox.. To Stephy and I, words are more powerful than plastering a bunch of pictures everywhere. Losing a loved one hurts like nothing else, no matter who you are, we all bleed red when cut, and shed damp tears when we cry. Grief is equal opportunity. The following is a collection of things for everyone who has lost someone in their life. For Stephy and I, it goes out to Michael L., Joe L., Heather O., Marion B., Gaby F. They may be gone, but never forgotten.

I light a candle everyday,
hoping the pain will fade away,
but with the light of each new dawn,
another day and your still gone.
--James Stanley--

The hardest part of faith is the last hour--David Wilkerson--

Take him and cut him out in little stars, and he will make the face of heaven so fine, that all the world will be in love with the night and pay no worship to the garish sun--Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet--

Courage is in every tear you shed--D.R. Durga

The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched, they must be felt with the heart--Helen Keller--

Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glint of snow,
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the autumn rain.
When you awake in the morning hush,
of birds circling in flight,
I am the stars that shine at night.
Do not stand at my grave and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep.
--author unknown--


A year ago today,
you left this plane of life,
leaving me adrift,
in a world filled with spite.
I now walk alone,
chilled to the bone,
wandering aimlessly thru life,
in the dark, cold and alone.
I embrace the cloak of night,
as break of dawn draws near,
I squeeze my eyes shut tight,
images spawn fourth and sear,
the sunshine is my own nightmare.
Upon my face,
I wear this mask,
hiding all the pain,
not a simple task.
Ripping out my soul,
to lessen the pain,
memories never fade,
life is but a foolish game.--( I penned this last year for my dear friends widower at his request, on the 1 year anniversary of her departure from this life as we know it. No I am no poet nor writer, nor have ever claimed to be)