Once upon a time there was a child ready to be born. So one day, she asked God: They tell me you are sending me to earth tomorrow, but how am I going to live there being so small and helpless? Among the many angels, I chose one for you. She'll be waiting for you and will take care of you. But, tell me, here in Heaven, I don't do anything else but sing and smile - that's enough for me to be happy. Your angel will sing for you and will also smile for you everyday. And you will feel your angel's love and be happy. And how am I going to be able to understand when people talk to me, if I don't know the language men talk? Your angel will tell you the most beautiful and sweet words you will ever hear, and with much patience and care, your angel will teach you how to speak. And what am I going to do when I want to talk to you? Your angel will place your hands together and teach you how to pray. I've heard that on earth there are bad men. Who will protect me? Your angel will defend you - even if it means risking her life. But I will always be sad because I will not see you anymore. Your angel will always talk to you about me and will teach you the way for you to come back to me - even though I will always be next to you. At that moment, there was much peace in heaven. But voices from earth could already be heard and the child, in a hurry, asked softly: Oh, God, if I'm about to leave now, please tell me my angel's name. Your angel's name is of no importance. You will just call your angel, "Mommy".
About me: Please bear with me, i'm trying to get it all together, I do believe it's coming along.
"Hope is what binds the tapestry of humanity and each of us represents a thread carefully woven and interconnected in an intricate blueprint of strength and survival"
Close by the door he paused to stand,
As he took his class ring off her hand.
All who were watching did not dare to speak,
As a silent tear ran down his cheek.
All through his mind the memories ran,
Of the moments they laughed and played in the
sand.
But now her eyes looked so terribly cold,
He'll never have her again to hold.
They watched in silence as he bent down near,
To whisper, "I love you" in her ear.
On touching her face he started to cry,
He put on his ring and wanted to die.
And just as the wind started to blow,
They lowered her casket deep in the snow.
This is what happens to man alive when friends let friends drink and drive.
Who I'd like to meet: I went to a party, Mom, I remembered what you said.
You told me not to drink, Mom, so I drank soda instead
I really felt proud inside, Mom, the way you said I would.
I didn't drink and drive, Mom, even though the others said I should.
I know I did the right thing, Mom, I know you are always right.
Now the party is finally ending
Mom, as everyone is driving out of sight.
As I got into my car, Mom, I knew I'd get home in one piece.
Because of the way you raised me, so responsible and sweet.
I started to drive away, Mom, but as I pulled out into the road,
the other car didn't see me, Mom, and hit me like a load.
As I lay there on the pavement, Mom, I hear the policeman say,
the other guy is drunk, Mom, and now I'm the one who will pay.
I'm lying here dying, Mom.. I wish you'd get here soon.
How could this happen to me, Mom? My life just burst like a balloon.
There is blood all around me, Mom, and most of it is mine.
I hear the medic say, Mom, I'll die in a short time.
I just wanted to tell you, Mom, I swear I didn't drink.
It was the others, Mom. The others didn't think.
He was probably at the same party as I.
The only difference is, he drank and I will die.
Why do people drink, Mom? It can ruin your whole life.
I'm feeling sharp pains now. Pains just like a knife.
The guy who hit me is walking, Mom, and I don't think it's fair.
I'm lying here dying and all he can do is stare.
Tell my brother not to cry, Mom. Tell Daddy to be brave.
And when I go to heaven, Mom, put "Daddy's Girl" on my grave.
Someone should have told him, Mom, not to drink and drive.
If only they had told him, Mom, I would still be alive.
My breath is getting shorter, Mom. I'm becoming very scared.
Please don't cry for me, Mom. When I needed you, you were always there.
I have one last question, Mom, before I say good bye.
I didn't drink and drive, so why am I the one to die?
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I'm thinking of you and your girls Bethany. I miss all your witty comments and great advice. You were a wonderful, beautiful, funny, and intelligent woman.
vadie and rylee and so close in age. i cant even imagine what the parents of these children and bethanys parents are going through. i dont want to imagine. its not fair. what beautiful lives taken away because someone made a stupid decision. i hope other people will learn from his mistake and not take even more innocent lives. when will people get it?
You all have done so much already. Now it's just moving on and taking day by day and being strong for those who need it. I'm hoping to put some slide shows on eventually but all the pictures I have taken are on the computer at home. I'm at a different location. (No internet at the house so can't put anything up) but I will definitely get some stuff posted here soon. Thanks again!!!
I am the sister of Dan and I wanted to thank you from the bottom of my heart for everything you all are doing. I can see that Bethany was loved a lot by many and so were the children. Thank you again for your kindness and your compassion.
3/29/2008
