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To Ryan With Love |
The Heart of Mom
Today there are dark clouds all about me.
On a cold steel table your precious body lays.
Dead to me on this Earth, your soul has gone away.
They will not let me hold or kiss you, you see
for it is not healthy for me.
Do they not know? We too no longer live, your dad and me.
I call out to God, why do You take my precious boy from me?
Your dad can only yell daddy loves you baby boy, for you were all his joy.
We wonder how the world can go on all around us,
And yet our world has stopped you see.
The new day
dawns:
The Sun is shining bright, or is that the face of God you now see?
The birds are singing, or is that the bells of Heaven ringing for you and
me?
The wind is blowing, or is it the wings of the angels who came for you?
The flowers are blooming, or is it a reminder that your life is all new?
Our hearts
are broken!
The memory of you, your face, your smile, your laugh, your voice, the touch
of you and yes even the smell of you, only a small token.
But God's Words were spoken. We will see you again.
For God's Word is never broken.
Love, Mom and
Dad
Written by Frankie Milley, in Memory of our beautiful boy, Ryan and all the
other precious children who have died from Bacterial Meningitis
copyright 1998
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Oh, Ryan
The mood inside my head and
heart is sad in every way
The unfairness up and took a
life, locked it up away
The questions asked by all of
us who knew this boyish man
Have no answers anywhere for
all of us to understand
The inequalities of this life,
its balance is a shame
To take the best and leave the
rest and who there is no blame.
Different a day when you lose a
friend, the mood inside is sad
We look for answers in
loneliness, no answers come to hand
It's so unfair, we scream
inside, yet nothing comes to change
The battles that are fought in
heart, can never heal the pain
Just remembering his smile, his
countenance, is all that I have left
Oh, Ryan, you were a fine young
man that I will always miss
Written by
Richard Prejean, golf teacher
and mentor to Ryan
in memory of Ryan Wayne Milley
See you on the golf course in
Heaven Ryan
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his is a copy of a poem that was given to me the day Ryan passed
away by Julie, the foreign exchange student who excepted the Lord
that same day. It was written in Danish and English. Our Pastor read
it at graveside. I pray it will comfort you as it did me.
A Dying Child
Mother, I'm so tired, I want to sleep now;
let me fall asleep and feel you near
Please don't cry-there now, you'll promise, won't you?
On my face I felt your burning tear,
Here's so cold and winds outside are frightening,
but in dreams-ah that's what I like best;
I can see the darling angel children
when I shut my sleepy eyes to rest.
Mother, look, the angel 's here beside me!
Listen, too, how sweet the music grows.
See, his wings are both white and lovely;
surely it was God who gave him those.
Green and red and yellow floating round me,
they are flowers the angel came to spread.
Shall I, too, have wings while I'm alive, or-
Mother, is it only when I'm dead?
Why do you take hold of me so tightly,
put your cheek to mine the way you do?
And your cheek is wet, but yet it's burning-Mother
I shall always be with you...
Yes, but then you mustn't go on sighing;
when you cry I cry as well you see.
I'm so tired-my eyes they want stay open-
Mother-look-the Angel's kissing me |
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The music on this page is from the song,
The Dance
dedicated to Ryan by Jesse and
Friends
Garth Brooks
Lookin'
back, on the memory of,
the dance we shared, 'neath the stars above.
For a moment, all the world was right.
How was I to know, that you'd ever say goodbye?
And I, I'm glad I didn't know,
the way it all would end...the way it all would go.
Our lives are better left to chance,
I could have missed the pain...
but I'd have had to miss the dance.
Holding you, I held every thing.
For a moment, wasn't I a king?
But if I had known, how this king would fall...
then whose to say, ya know I might have changed it all.
And I, I'm glad I didn't know,
the way it all would end, the way it all would go.
Our lives, are better left to chance,
I could have missed the pain...
but I'd have had to miss the dance.
Yes my life, it's better left to chance,
I could have missed the pain...
But I'd have had to miss the dance......
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