Broken Hearts
A parents worst nightmare is hearing your doorbell in the middle of the night, and having an officer inform you that your child is deceased. I'm still reeling from that nightmare - we lost our youngest son, Dan - the one who moved to AZ with us and lived with us for three years before buying his own home - I wrote the following poem to post on his fb page:
With broken hearts and teary eyes,
Those left behind are wondering why.
Though we can't understand your horrible pain,
We know in our hearts we will see you again.
You are at peace now and the pain is gone.
We will get through this, as we are not alone.
You are looking down on us from above,
And guiding us all with your unending love.
As a parent it hurts to say goodbye.
The tears will flow as I sit and cry.
Your memory lives on in those who cared,
And the recipients of the organs you shared.
Though it hurts for now, we know it will pass.
We'll be together again in Heaven at last.
So instead of goodbye, it's so long for now.
We'll go fly fishin' in Heaven, you can teach me how.
Love you and miss you!
Mom and Dad
Written for our son, Dan - 6/30/1973 - 6/22/2016
by: Sarah Rademacher 6/23/16
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