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Memorial created 04-16-2007 by
Kim Nesbitt Maureen Geisinger
McKayla W. Geisinger
December 20 1993 - March 19 2007

 

 

 

A Mother's Grief

 

You ask me how I'm feeling, but do you really want to know? The moment I try telling you, You say you have to go How can I tell you, what it's been like for me I am haunted, I am broken By things that you don't see.

 

You ask me how I'm holding up, but do you really care? The second I try to speak my heart, You start squirmming in your chair. Because I am so lonely, you see, no one comes around, I'll take the words I want to say And quietly try to choke them down.

 

Everyone avoids me now Because they don't know what to say, They tell me I'll be there for you, Then turn and walk away. Call me if you need me, that's what everybody said, But how can I call you and scream into the phone, My God, my child is dead?

 

No one will let me say the words I need to say, Why does a mothers grief scare everyone away? I am tired of pretending as my heart pounds in my chest, I say things to make you comfortable, but my soul finds no rest How can I tell you things that are too sad to be told, of the helplessness of holding a child who in your arms grows cold?

 

Maybe you can tell me, How should one behave, who's had to follow their childs casket, and watched it perched above a grave? You cannot imagine what it was like for me that day, to place a final kiss upon that box, and have to turn and walk away. If you really love me, and I believe you do, if you really want to help me, here is what I need from you.

 

Sit down beside me, reach out and take my hand, Say "My friend, I've come to listen, I want to understand." Just hold my hand and listen, that's all you need to do, and if by chance I shed a tear, it's alright if you do too. I swear that I'll remember til the day I'm very old, the friend who sat and held my hand, and let me bare my soul.

 

 

TODAY IT HURT LIKE YESTERDAY   
TOMORROW WILL BE THE SAME    

ONLY THE DAY AND THE DATE WILL CHANGE...

THE REST WILL REMAIN THE SAME
WHEN SOMEONE ASKS ME HOW I AM...

OR WHAT IT IS I DO?

THE ANSWER TO THOSE QUESTIONS ARE...
I WISH I WERE WITH YOU

THERE  IS NO WAY TO EXPLAIN THIS PAIN....
OR HOW I FEEL.....

I TRY TO GET UP EVERY DAY.....
AND SOMEHOW TRY TO DEAL

 

 

Prayer For A Parent Whose Child Has Died

Mysterious Lord of Life and Death,
a very part of OUR own life has died
in the death of MCKAYLA.
OUR souls are weighed down with sorrow
and bears the wound of a lifelong scar.
Send to
US Your angel of consolation
for the pain is heavy and deep.

Come to OUR aid, Lord of Mercy,
for
WE lack the power
of the holy parent, Abraham,
who was willing in obedience to Your
command,
to sacrifice to You his beloved son,
Isaac.

Lord God, You who are also a parent
surely know OUR Pain at the loss
of OUR beloved
MCKAYLA
who has been taken from OUR side by
death.
Do not take OUR tears and sorrow
as a sign of OUR unbelief that all who
have died
are resurrected to eternal life in You,
but, rather, see in these tears
a sign of OUR great love for OUR MCKAYLA.

As WE held HER in the embrace of love FOR OVER 13 YEARS,
may You, MCKAYLA’S Divine Parent,
hold HER close to Your heart forever.

Help US, Lord,
for WE do not seek to understand the
why of this mystery of death
as much as WE desire to accept it in a
holy way
and to be healed and once again whole.
Support US, OUR Lord and God,
and wrap US in your gentle love
as
WE attempt to carry this bitter cross
as Your Son, Jesus, carried the cross
which you gave to Him.

Amen

 

 

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