Happy Forth of July Darien, We miss you.

We love and miss you so much. I wish I could go out and buy you a basket. Still after all this time the tears are still falling.

           Darien Wilson who was born in Connecticut on April 29, 1983
              passed away on January 04, 2006 at the age of 22. 

A Rainbow over Rocky Mount NC. If you look close at the clouds you can almost see an angel.

A gift from Rob & Nick. You will never be forgotten.

Tears that heal still hurt inside
Waves of grief like an ocean tide
This journey that is of the heart
Took life as I knew it...tore it apart

Each day begins and ends the same
No place to go with all this pain
Though others seem to think I'm healed
I have learned with time to keep it concealed

I silently scream but no one hears
As days become months and somehow years
Not truly allowing myself to believe
That you are gone...I'm left to grieve

My mind so filled with disbelief
A life I live with so much grief
The questions that have plagued my mind
Answers I will never find

Nothing in life can save me from,
Feeling this heartache, feeling so numb
Life has become a new frontier
Of silent screams and endless tears 



A Easter gift (2007)to you From Mike Hallowell, Love is forever and we will all miss you forever.



                                                     




  God Comes Ushering
I sit at our special place,
where I know I can see your face.
In my memories you will stay,
I can't erase them, not even to this day.
I use to cry when I thought of that day,
the day God ushered you His way.
I use to think it wasn't fair,
but in my heart I know you're better there.
I use to wonder how life would be,
if you were still here with me.
When I talked to a stranger and would hear your voice,
to always hear the familiarity,
it would make my eyes moist.
I know it is not right,
to want you here with me day and night.
When you are in a better place,
where God and His Angels can see your smiling face.
I know in Heaven is where we will meet again,
even though it may be a while, my heart will mend.
I know until then I will be missing my something,
missing you until, for me, God comes ushering.

Susan Lynn Hallowell