Well, it has been a really long time since I have wrote. I have found it hard to even look at the web site at times. We are all doing o.k. It’s hard at times being a stay at home mom. My job was to stay and take care of the littles ones. Now, it is only one. We have good times and bad times, but we keep pushing on. I miss doing the little crafts Chance liked to do and hearing him and Destiny fight. I know Chance is better off though and I thank God everyday for healing him. I just miss him a whole lot, and nothing will ever change that. Destiny is doing pretty good. She cries out for bru bru every once in a while. I continue to tell her that he is with Jesus in the sky and one day we will see him again. She continues to ask to take balloons to Chance’s grave site. I kept all the balloons from his funeral and his time in the hospital. I continue to blow the mylar balloons back up to send to him. We tie a message on them as we did in the celebration service (funeral). I write what she has to say to him and she draws him a picture on the note. I do pretty good dealing with things but I hate to see her miss him. It continues to break my heart when I can’t take her pain away. I know God knows what is best and we continue to trust in him and ask for his help. I will continue to praise him in this storm no matter what. I also thank him everyday for his salvation and his promise to see our loved ones again, for without this promise it would be no hope.
Our friend Angela Meyers (Cody’s mom) came across some poems she put on their web site on how they feel and they are so true. I just wanted to share these poems with you and let you know how we are doing, everyone keeps asking. Please continue to pray for us and all the other families that have lost loved ones recently. Also, please to continue to pray for Mrs. Midkiff, she is a friend of ours that got diagnosed with brain cancer last week and it doesn’t look good. Pray for her healing and for the family as they deal with the situation. Pray for all the other children who are sick and suffering, that God would lay his healing hand upon them. Until next time…
Desirae, Brian, Destiny and Angel Chance
My Mommy is a Survivor
My Mom is a survivor,
or so I’ve heard it said;
But I hear her crying at night
when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
and go to hold her hand.
She doesn’t know I’m with her
to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach
that never wash away…
I watch over my surviving mom,
who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others…
a smile of disguise.
But through Heaven’s door I see
tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death
to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows
it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom…
through Heaven’s open door.
I try to tell her that angels
protect me forever more.
But I know that doesn’t help her
or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her…
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says…
no matter what she feels.
My surviving Mom has a broken heart
that time here on Earth won’t ever heal.
My Dad is a Survivor
By Kaye Des’Omeaux
My dad is a survivor too…
which is no surprise to me.
He’s always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he’s down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.
He cries when no one’s around.
I watch him sit up late at night,
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength.
He’s the greatest of them all!
But there’s times when he needs to cry…
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder…
and tell him it’s okay.
Be his strength when he’s sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad
from the Heaven’s up above…
I’m so proud that he’s a survivor…
And, I can still feel his love!