I dont know if you have ever seen this application or even if anyone reads my blog but Im ok no matter.. I know its there,and so do several other mommas and family members of those who have passed away.
We have memorial pages, memorial groups ,and tribute balloons... Not all of us have each of them but to have at least one is the norm or so it seems. Wish none of us had to be in this * club * that has made it where we have made remembrance pages or items for our beloved children..
Here are a few balloons I'm going to try and keep boosted.. and ill edit and add more as I come across them in one of many of the grieving parents groups Im in. Please help us keep our balloons flying high, grab them and pass them on. Let me know if you want a balloon added to the list also.
My daughter Casey's :
http://tributeballoon.com/balloon/show/876639?rct_ch=share&rct_id=568470050&rct_t=1357016090&track=sharelink
Jeremy Paul Karrer
http://tributeballoon.com/balloon/show/754089?rct_ch=share&rct_id=568470050&rct_t=1357016302&track=sharelink
Angelito Rey MItchell
http://tributeballoon.com/balloon/show/1099481?rct_ch=share&rct_id=568470050&rct_t=1357016404&track=sharelink
Monday, December 31, 2012
Saturday, December 29, 2012
Another Holiday Past
This year marked three Christmas's without Casey. It was hard , it is hard. I kept remembering Christmas pasts of when she was little and how excited she was for Christmas every year.
I remember Casey by the Christmas Tree , and I have to smile because I remember her shrieking in delight at her presents when she was little and her impatience of them being opened for her one at a time for several years before her death, she wouldn't tell you but you could see it in her eyes that she wanted you to hurry up and open the next one.
Its hard losing a child. Its hard on days of family celebrations. Its hard on their birthday. On their angelversary. Its hard on the gray days. Its hard on the rainy days. Its hard on the sunny days. Even the snowy days are hard.
Casey loved every season, and would remind me that every season serves a purpose. Every life serves a purpose too..Every life has value.
I remember Casey by the Christmas Tree , and I have to smile because I remember her shrieking in delight at her presents when she was little and her impatience of them being opened for her one at a time for several years before her death, she wouldn't tell you but you could see it in her eyes that she wanted you to hurry up and open the next one.
Its hard losing a child. Its hard on days of family celebrations. Its hard on their birthday. On their angelversary. Its hard on the gray days. Its hard on the rainy days. Its hard on the sunny days. Even the snowy days are hard.
Casey loved every season, and would remind me that every season serves a purpose. Every life serves a purpose too..Every life has value.
Friday, December 14, 2012
Today my heart has been breaking for people Ive never met , in a town Ive never even heard of before today. The place is Sandy Hook elementary school in Newtown Connecticut.Twenty-nine people died today because of one person. Twenty of them were children. Many of them from the sounds of it, kindergartners . Irregardless of age , those who were brutally murdered were innocent people who happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time and in a path of a mentally unstable man , who went there to do this deed. In a place that everyone assumed was perfectly safe.
My youngest is in kindergarten. This hits way to close to home. I can't help but compare it to little B's school and classmates. I keep picturing the little faces scared and not knowing what was going on. Quite possibly crying for their moms and dads who were at work or home thinking their children were safe at school. Going about their day thinking it was going to be like any other day , preparing for the weekend, and Christmas.
This should have been like any other Friday. They shouldn't be waiting to hear if their child was one of them that died. They shouldn't be having to plan a funeral for their child when they should be figuring out what to dress them in for Christmas pictures and what other presents their child would love for Christmas.
Then we have the adults who died because of this man. Ive heard the principal and school psychologist who both loved their students dearly ,and tried always to do what was best for the kids they worked with. That they would have done anything they could do to protect the children. And they did , as did other adults who died there today. The adults who died there at the school today gave their lives trying to protect the innocent children at Sandy Hook school from a madman. Another of his victims was his very own mother who irregardless of her profession , she was a mother ,and loved her kids. Every adult there with the exception of one loved their kids , either by birth or by education and would have died to protect them .
From the principal , the special ed teacher , the school psychologist, the teachers to the janitor who ran down the hallways to warn of the attack , everyone tried to protect the kids from harm.. and each other too.
The only man who didn't have the children's best interest in mind was the bastard who killed them.I have to ask myself about his brother who was found in the woods wearing camouflage today who simply stated " I didn't do it:" . Did he know what was going on and yet he fail to make a simple phone call that could have stopped this tragedy from happening all together. Twenty-nine people including the shooter and his own mother .. Insane.
I can not begin to wrap my head around the tragedies that have occurred in the past few days. . My heart breaks for the families and loved ones at Sandy Hook Elementary.
My heart breaks for the families of the victims in China after their tragedy today , and the families from those who were killed in Oregon on Tuesday on what was supposed to be a simple shopping trip to the mall. None of this should have happened , senseless murders. My thoughts and prayers to all the families , I will light a candle in memory of the children and the adults who have lost their lives. I will light my candle for peace for the families . I will remember.
Sandy Hook News Story China News Story Oregon Mall News Story
My youngest is in kindergarten. This hits way to close to home. I can't help but compare it to little B's school and classmates. I keep picturing the little faces scared and not knowing what was going on. Quite possibly crying for their moms and dads who were at work or home thinking their children were safe at school. Going about their day thinking it was going to be like any other day , preparing for the weekend, and Christmas.
This should have been like any other Friday. They shouldn't be waiting to hear if their child was one of them that died. They shouldn't be having to plan a funeral for their child when they should be figuring out what to dress them in for Christmas pictures and what other presents their child would love for Christmas.
From the principal , the special ed teacher , the school psychologist, the teachers to the janitor who ran down the hallways to warn of the attack , everyone tried to protect the kids from harm.. and each other too.
The only man who didn't have the children's best interest in mind was the bastard who killed them.I have to ask myself about his brother who was found in the woods wearing camouflage today who simply stated " I didn't do it:" . Did he know what was going on and yet he fail to make a simple phone call that could have stopped this tragedy from happening all together. Twenty-nine people including the shooter and his own mother .. Insane.
I can not begin to wrap my head around the tragedies that have occurred in the past few days. . My heart breaks for the families and loved ones at Sandy Hook Elementary.
My heart breaks for the families of the victims in China after their tragedy today , and the families from those who were killed in Oregon on Tuesday on what was supposed to be a simple shopping trip to the mall. None of this should have happened , senseless murders. My thoughts and prayers to all the families , I will light a candle in memory of the children and the adults who have lost their lives. I will light my candle for peace for the families . I will remember.
Sandy Hook News Story China News Story Oregon Mall News Story
Thursday, December 13, 2012
Im A Strong woman
Heard this song today , and its stuck in my head. It makes me want to get up and fight in a GOOD way. It makes me want to scream from the rooftops Im bruised but I'm not totally utterly broken. My daughter was a strong young woman because she came from a strong woman.
This poem rings so true ,I need to remind myself that daily.. So I don't feel broken , just bruised.
I have rolled down many hills only to find myself standing back up, dust myself off and just to keep it pushing
I have fought through the hardest time in my life only to shine like the strong woman that stands before you now
I have cried a million tears and felt like life was not worth living only to get up the next day to see that the tears had dried up and a new day has come.
I am a strong woman to every part of my soul; I may not look like it but walk a day in my shoes then tell me.
I have seen things that you cannot imagine and still I can see the good in people
I have been made to be this woman that holds the world in her hands and still do not feel as if I belong, I may only be a superwoman to myself but I am who I am and in this world it matter not what you think of me but what I think of me.
I have had lost the best of me and still I push on like it never happened please do not take that lightly it has effect on me like no other but I am while aware of what I need to do to live until God lets me go. I am a strong woman
(c)Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
This poem rings so true ,I need to remind myself that daily.. So I don't feel broken , just bruised.
Im A Strong woman
I have stood firm through my storm and I am still standingI have rolled down many hills only to find myself standing back up, dust myself off and just to keep it pushing
I have fought through the hardest time in my life only to shine like the strong woman that stands before you now
I have cried a million tears and felt like life was not worth living only to get up the next day to see that the tears had dried up and a new day has come.
I am a strong woman to every part of my soul; I may not look like it but walk a day in my shoes then tell me.
I have seen things that you cannot imagine and still I can see the good in people
I have been made to be this woman that holds the world in her hands and still do not feel as if I belong, I may only be a superwoman to myself but I am who I am and in this world it matter not what you think of me but what I think of me.
I have had lost the best of me and still I push on like it never happened please do not take that lightly it has effect on me like no other but I am while aware of what I need to do to live until God lets me go. I am a strong woman
(c)Kimbaline Navas (she who waits)
Angel of Hope statue
Last time I wrote I was going to the Angel of Hope on December 6th , I went and it was a nice remembrance ceremony. So many people don't know that December 6th is International Children's day , where at 7 pm world wide many people light their candles at the Angels of Hope statues around the world to remember the children that have died.
There are more than 100 Angel of Hope statues across the country. The movement began with Richard Paul Evans’ book “The Christmas Box,”
When you lose your child , it does not matter if that child was 70 years old or in the pregnancy , or even somewhere in between , fact of it is no matter how old you are , no matter how old the person was, they will ALWAYS be someones child.
Casey was 17 years old , she was legally almost an adult. She was still my child. She will always be my child. She will always be my oldest child. She will always be my first born child. She is the one who taught me to be a mother and so much more.
There are more than 100 Angel of Hope statues across the country. The movement began with Richard Paul Evans’ book “The Christmas Box,”
When you lose your child , it does not matter if that child was 70 years old or in the pregnancy , or even somewhere in between , fact of it is no matter how old you are , no matter how old the person was, they will ALWAYS be someones child.
Casey was 17 years old , she was legally almost an adult. She was still my child. She will always be my child. She will always be my oldest child. She will always be my first born child. She is the one who taught me to be a mother and so much more.
Thursday, December 6, 2012
Angel of Hope
Today is the annual Angel of Hope get together for those who have lost a child. This will be my third time going. It seems so surreal. How can it be almost 3 years since Casey went onto her next journey ? It doesn't seem possible, but it has been..
I usually write a letter and leave it with her candle at the Angel of Hope , this year I don't think I'm going to leave her a letter there.
The seasons have changed , time has moved on and yet as much as I love spring , I don't like it coming anymore because it reminds me of her leaving. She loved the seasons changing so much, she even loved the snow , and said you had to see it to appreciate the beauty of the snow. She could watch it snow for hours..
Today will be the first time Ive gone to the Angel of Hope Candlelight Vigil and not had snow on the ground. For that I am thankful because it wont be as cold as it usually is.. and yet sad because the Angel looks so beautiful with the snow..
I heard this song this morning on a blog this morning , and it reminded me of Casey so very much and her love for the seasons.. I think she would have to be Spring. She was born in the spring , she died in the spring. She always said spring was a time for new beginnings and for rebirth. I believe she was right.
I usually write a letter and leave it with her candle at the Angel of Hope , this year I don't think I'm going to leave her a letter there.
The seasons have changed , time has moved on and yet as much as I love spring , I don't like it coming anymore because it reminds me of her leaving. She loved the seasons changing so much, she even loved the snow , and said you had to see it to appreciate the beauty of the snow. She could watch it snow for hours..
Today will be the first time Ive gone to the Angel of Hope Candlelight Vigil and not had snow on the ground. For that I am thankful because it wont be as cold as it usually is.. and yet sad because the Angel looks so beautiful with the snow..
I heard this song this morning on a blog this morning , and it reminded me of Casey so very much and her love for the seasons.. I think she would have to be Spring. She was born in the spring , she died in the spring. She always said spring was a time for new beginnings and for rebirth. I believe she was right.
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