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Goodbye Letter to Patrick  
A few months after the Accident, I participated in a grief recovery class. One of the assignments was to write a goodbye letter - it was a very hard task to complete; I DIDN'T WANT TO SAY GOODBYE TO MY SON!!

Here is part of the letter that I wrote to Patrick:

...Oh, my honey, I'll miss seeing you grow in the Lord, grow in stature and wisdom.

I miss our conversations - you could ask me anything - and you came up with some doosies! I miss going grocery shopping and buying you your favorite treats. I miss sharing new music with you and watching you dance.

I'll miss your wedding and the birth of your children; I'll miss loving them and watching them grow. I'll miss being a part of your family. I would have been a wonderful and loving grandmother...

I will SO miss your presence everywhere I will turn, and so will Corey. He's basically an only child now, and that breaks my heart; his children will never know their wonderful uncle, and there will be no cousins on our side of the family... I'll miss watching the two of you together; our family pictures will never be complete!

I miss your friends coming over and watching you all clown around.

Your visible presence was very much missed at Songfest 2002 and 42nd Street, and will surely be missed at all of Corey's performances and Gaia's dances. We know, though, that you are watching and are with us in spirit. The shows will make you proud and will honor and acknowledge your life and your memory always!

I have to trust God now - trust that you're safe and happy in His care, and trust in His ultimate plan for our own good. I know you do and always have, so now it's my turn...otherwise, everything is senseless - I can't give in to that!

I cry alone
 Grateful you are not having to watch your mom's upsets
 You are so compassionate, you would cry along with me
   and for me

I will remember you when:
  I walk by the "topper ramen" in the store
  Egg Nog appears on the shelves each year
  I watch your brother perform
  I drive by an In 'n Out
  I see the wildflowers blooming in the spring-green fingers 
     of the foothills
   I see a shamrock, a pound puppy, or Drew Carey

My memories of you are held tightly in my broken heart.
I will cling to your spirit the way you used to cling to my hand
   as we trudged slowly up that "deep" hill.

I will remember you when I wake in the morning and
   when I lay me down to sleep.

And every day
   when I pray
      I will ask the Lord to send you my love.

I'm proud to have known you.
I'm proud that you were mine for a time.
I love you
so much!

Aloha, my honey--
                            until we meet again......

Love always and forever (for real!),
               Mom

~March 17, 2002
   Saint Patrick's Day

Love Letter to My Sons  
About a year before the Accident, I started to write a poem describing the feelings I had about experiencing the hardship associated with watching my boys leave home and /or grow away. I didn't finish the poem until September 3, 2001, thirteen days after Patrick's Accident...


It is a LOVE LETTER TO MY SONS, but the original title was:

Empty Nest: What Next?

A sparkle in my eye when you come by
A tear - when you say good bye.

The new puppies are fun
but they don't fill the void.

The good-byes come too soon after hello.

The fleeting hugs and "I love you"s are treasured
but I can't cradle you in my lap
anymore.
--------------------

And now, finally
I can hold one of you again
In my arms
Hold you close to my broken heart
Rocking you - back and forth
Sobbing
My belly shaking the urn that holds your ashes.

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