| Location | Brisbane |
| Age | 20 years |
| Cause of Death | Undisclosed |
| Date of Birth | 07/12/1988 |
| Date of Death | 26/09/2009 |
| Visitors | 1,300 since 13/11/2009 |
| Creator |
I read of a man who stood to speak
At the funeral of a friend.
He referred to the dates on her tombstone
From the beginning to the end.
He noted that first came the date of her birth
And spoke of the following date with tears,
But he said what mattered most of all
Was the dash between those years.
For that dash represents all the time
That she spent alive on earth
And now only those who loved her
Know what that little line is worth.
For it matters not, how much we own,
The cars, the house, the cash,
What matters is how we live and love
And how we spend our dash.
So think about this long and hard;
Are there things you'd like to change?
For you never know how much time is left
That can still be rearranged.
If we could just slow down enough
To consider what's true and real
And always try to understand
The way other people feel.
And be less quick to anger
And show appreciation more
And love the people in our lives
Like we've never loved before.
If we treat each other with respect
And more often wear a smile,
Remembering that this special dash
Might only last a little while.
So when your eulogy is being read
With your life's actions to rehash
Would you be proud of the things they say
About how you spent your dash?
© 1996 Linda Ellis
What Hurts the Most
I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house
That don't bother me
I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out
I'm not afraid to cry every once in a while even though
Going on with you gone still upsets me
There are days every now and again I pretend I'm okay
But that's not what gets me
What hurts the most
Was being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you go away
And never knowing
What could've been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do
It's hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go
But I'm doing it
It's hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I'm alone
Still harder getting up, getting dressed, living with this regret
But I know if I could do it over
I would trade, give away all the words that I saved in my heart
That I left unspoken
What hurts the most
Is being so close
And having so much to say
And watching you go away
And never knowing
What could've been
And not seeing that loving you
Is what I was trying to do.
Not seeing that loving you
That's what I was trying to do.
Jeffrey Steele and Steve Robson (2003)
Footprints in the Sand
One night I dreamed I was walking along the beach with the Lord.
Many scenes from my life flashed across the sky.
In each scene I noticed footprints in the sand.
Sometimes there were two sets of footprints,
other times there were one set of footprints.
This bothered me because I noticed
that during the low periods of my life,
when I was suffering from
anguish, sorrow or defeat,
I could see only one set of footprints.
So I said to the Lord,
"You promised me Lord,
that if I followed you,
you would walk with me always.
But I have noticed that during
the most trying periods of my life
there have only been one
set of footprints in the sand.
Why, when I needed you most,
you have not been there for me?"
The Lord replied,
"The times when you have
seen only one set of footprints in the sand,
is when I carried you."
ITS NOT MUCH BUT I COULDNT THINK OF ANYTHING ELSE TO PUT.. I WENT TO SCHOOL WITH VICTOR AND HE WAS ALWAYS THE QUIET ONE. IT MAKES U WONDER WHY BAD THINGS HAPEN TO GOOD PEOPLE. WHEN YET THERE ARE SO MANY BAD PEOPLE HAVING GOOD HINGS HAPPEN TO THEM..
Tomorrow
We never sad good bye, you and I
We always sad, see you tomorrow
We never sad I love you, you and I
We thought there be always a tomorrow
There will be a tomorrow for you and I
Then you’ll tell me all about your troubles
When I see you again, it won’t be far
Tell me great stories about your travels
Now there is no more time
I must say my final good bye
I loved you from the beginning
And I will love you to the end of time
Dad
Waiting at the Door
I can’t explain so deep inside
The very fabric of my soul
Only a heart that grieves such loss
Can ever truly understand
It’s like you’re waiting at the door
Until a loved one comes back home
You feel a longing in your heart
When they appear the longing stops
But in a loss that never ends
You’re always standing at that door
You feel the longing in the breeze
So incomplete and never filled
I cannot find the words to say
Just what it’s like to want forever
Never seeing them again
Just always waiting at the door
Alison Mary Dunn
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