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SAY HELLO TO CHRIS FOR US... 

7/29/2015

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I have been meaning to post this on your blog, but time got away, as always. Truly, it is just me letting time slip by. That is something I need to change. I need to post to this page and no longer on your Face Book page when I wish to remember you or just talk to you.  Your cousin Christopher died last month. His service was June 5th. It was a beautiful service and he has a lovely resiting place. The week he died we were celebrating the 100th birthday of Daddy George's mother. Chris was 40 years old, I never knew this, but his birthday is also in November the same as yours. His is November 28th. These are Gods mysteries... some of us live long long lives, giving joy to their families for many years while others, like you and Chris, are taken too soon from those that love them.

Chris and you had a wonderful relationship. What I wanted to write on your blog was the story of his coming to visit you when you had just been released from the hospital after your first surgery; when we all believed the recovery was just a process to complete and that within another week you would be back at Easter Seals. Instead, that next week had you returning to the hospital, never to come home again.  That was five and a half years ago. It seems like just yesterday and then again,  it seems like five and a half years as I count the days!

Chris shared with us a dream he had about you; and I want to share it here, because it was very prophetic and it is in some ways very comforting to me. He said, in his dream, that he (Chris) had died and went to heaven and  you were already there. He said you were wise and full of knowledge about life and the world. He said you were healthy and strong, not ill or handicapped any more. He said, you told him the secrets of the universe, that you knew things no one else knew or understood. He said, it was a great dream and it was amazing. I thought what a wonderful dream, how nice and special, but how weird that you were in heaven with Chris in a dream. A week later you died, and on May 26, 2015 Christopher's prophetic dream came true and he joined you.

I wonder if you greeted him; and if you indeed were full of the knowledge and wisdom of his dream, sharing the secrets of life with him. I believe that that is indeed what happened and that you are strong and healthy and very happy. I still worry about you needing me and me not being there to help you or protect you.
That is my cross to bare until someday, GOD willing I will join you and Chris.

If comfort can be found between me and Aunt Ruth it is in the joy of thinking you two are together. She told me that you kept coming to her  in her dreams the week Chris was in the hospital. You would smile at her, not saying a word, just smiling at her.  She said you looked good. If you can send her and Uncle Paul comfort, please do. And petition in prayer for Corbin and Ethan, they lost their father at very young ages. It is a lifetime journey they have all just begun.  A very hard and sad journey. 💔

RIP Christopher, we will miss you, and we will always remember your generous, thoughtful, spirit. We will tell your boys (Corbin and Ethan) what a wonderful person their father was, you are their angel now. We love you. Brian, my son do me a favor and give Chris a hug and kiss from us, I am sure you knew he was coming to you before any of us did. Someday we will all see you both again.

I miss you so much. Kisses an hugs always...

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SOMEDAY... SOMEDAY... SOMEDAY

7/10/2015

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Just thinking of you and missing you so very much. I still cry for you. I am still mad you left me, not at you, but because your death happened at all. I pray for comfort but it is evasive. I long to hear your voice. I wish to hold you once again, for even just a moment. I look for signs that you are near but i am not very good at finding them. Someday. Someday. Someday. That is what I cling to...but my grip slips often and i am left fighting hard to grab back so i don't slip into the abyss gone forever. All my love, you were my joy, my laughter, my smile. Until we meet again kisses and hugs to heaven to you from me. Mudder.
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    Diane Linares

    I am mother and this is my gift to honor and remember my son and the gifts he gave to others.

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