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In Memory of Tinky—Letting Go In Faith |
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Written by Roarie Chatham
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Friday, 02 June 2006 08:03 |
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I had to put my beloved dog Tinky “to sleep” two days ago. She started having severe seizures while snuggled up between my husband and me on our bed. We rushed her to the emergency room and there was nothing that could be done for her. Although the medicine they gave her quieted her down, she was still seizuring in spite of it. I had to make a decision. I’ve had to make this decision before. I told the vet to put her down.
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Written by Joanne Glasspoole
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Friday, 02 June 2006 07:59 |
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August 19, 1987 - January 6, 1999
 Lucas, you were always such a good friend. Your big brown eyes expressed so much tenderness and affection. I enjoyed poking your little pug nose with my fingertip, and gently caressing your ears, because they felt so velvety soft against my skin. When I petted you, you purred just like a kitten. When I talked to you, it seemed like you could understand me. No matter what I was doing, you were always at my side.
Jim and I tried so hard to save you from the cancer that ravaged your tiny body, but it was all in vain. God made the decision to ease your suffering and now you are with Him. I pray that one day we will be reunited in Heaven.
I think of you every day, my little baby. And I miss you—I always will. The house seems very empty without the pitter-patter of your tiny feet…But I can feel your presence.
You will always hold a special place in my heart, Lucas. Losing you was like losing my child. My heart is broken and will take an eternity to mend.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Lucas's portrait was painted by my sister's friend, Corky.
Copyright © 1999 Joanne Glasspoole. All rights reserved. www.glasspoole.com
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In Memory of John Edmund Raboin |
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Written by Joanne Glasspoole
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Friday, 02 June 2006 07:44 |
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This eulogy was written in honor of my father for his memorial service Dec. 4, 1999 at St. Patrick Church in Centuria, Wisconsin.
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| My father's last photo, taken Dec. 1, 1999 |
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Dad, although it’s only been a few days, it feels like forever. When I look at your picture, I am filled with so much grief. It is unbearable knowing that you are only here in spirit now.
You gave us all so much encouragement and support. We learned how to think like you, to act like you, to be like you. Making you proud was so important to me. You were respected. And we loved you.
The loss we feel for you is too great for words. It is difficult to imagine life without you, Dad. You were a wonderful father and a tender and loving husband to Mom. You taught us how to be strong and your strength lives on. We need your strong support so much right now.
You will be greatly missed my dear father. There is an incredible emptiness without your presence. The only thing that keeps me going in this time of sorrow is my faith in God and the hope that one day I will see you again in heaven.
Copyright © 1999 Joanne Glasspoole. All rights reserved. |
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I Didn’t Want To Say Goodbye |
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Written by Michele Humeston
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Friday, 02 June 2006 07:40 |
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My dearest husband,
I love you, and God how I miss you. I saw a television show the other night and they talked about how you should write a letter to someone who has died to help deal with unresolved emotions. I know all that stuff but when it became a reality for me, I just didn’t know what to do. I have these thoughts that go on in my head day and night and I should put them down somewhere. I feel that if I write them, I will lose you. I know that is not true but my heart hurts so.
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Written by Brittany Ann
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Friday, 02 June 2006 07:39 |
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I don't know exactly what to say. But I'll begin here…
I am 17-years-old, and a week ago, a classmate passed away. She was driving home after school and got in a car accident. She died an hour later in the hospital.
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