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



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


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



Bears In Heaven
I know there are Bears in Heaven,
We have sent one of our own.
He is our precious Ryan,
He has gone to his eternal home.

Mom and Dad lovingly call him Bear,
To his friends he is the Pooh kind.
We feel his loss, so hard to bear
For God a gem of the rarest find.
Surely there is a golf course in Heaven.
All fair ways green and no roughs
We take great comfort in knowing
that our Ryan is seeing it through.
When God sent down his angles
to take our Ryan home
They brought all the things he needs,
Halos, wings and a cloud of his own.
The newest star in the night sky
Our Bear's smile could light up a room.

He's smiling down on us by and by
There is comfort in knowing we will see him soon.
Lord take care of our Ryan
A bear of the sweetest, gentlest kind
Such a beautiful spirit added to Heaven.
You were always on our hearts and mind.
Written by Diane Wilson




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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