"My song has ended but the melody will linger on in the hearts of those who truly loved me"

This website was created in honor of our  beloved Son, Brother & Uncle.  Gordon was born July 28,1974 and was called home to be with the Lord on Oct 3, 2006. Gordon proudly served in the US Army. He went to school there  where he earned a degree as an EMT Specialist. He continued his career by serving in the Army reserves for eight years. After being discharged from the service, Gordon pursued a career in Insurance Appraisal. He will be remembered for his kind generosity always lending a help in hand. His bright smile would light up a dark room, along with his hearty laugh. He will always remembered and never forgotten. Our son will always be the angel on our shoulder watching over our family and his real friends..  

 ♥ Most of all always having a heart of gold ♥

  

 

When you were born, an angel smiled,
As you became a child, an angel sat on your shoulder When you became an adult, an angel held your hand
As you grew old, an angel walked down the road with you,
And, when you died, another angel got their wings.

 

 

 

 

 

It’s So Hard To Believe That You’re Really Gone
And To Know That We No Longer
See Your Smiling Face,
Or Hear The Sound Of You’re Laughter
You Left So Many Memories, Which Will Never Part
You Will Always Live Deep Inside Our Hearts
We Are Thankful That God Graced Us
With Someone As Special As You
It’s Just Hard To Believe
Your Life On Earth Is Really Through

 

 

 

 

 

You are my angel..You are my star. You are missed in the hearts of many and our lives will never be the same without you here with us. "Missing someone gets easier everyday because even though its one day further from the last time you saw each other it's one day closer till the next time you will."

 

 

 

I’ll never let my child go even though he died.
He’s with me every minute in the pain I feel inside.
When that dreadful thing happened I thought I might forget
His voice, his shape, his smile, his words – it hasn’t happened yet.
He’s in my every waking thought, in all the tears I’ve cried,
In every step throughout my life I’ll walk with him inside.
So in this constant agony when it hurts too much to bear
It’s just his way of telling me that always he’ll be there.   

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Wanted You To Know

I Was Sitting Here In Heaven
And Having A Wonderful Day.
I Started Thinking About You
And All The Things I Didn’t Get A Chance To Say.
I Don’t Want You To Worry About Me
And Please Don’t Shed Any Tears,
Because I Will Wait For You In Heaven,
If It Takes A Hundred Years.
Everything I Had On Earth
I Have In Heaven Too!
My First Day Here
My Body Became Brand New.
It Is Really Pretty Here
And I Love My New Home,
Although Your Heart Is Broken
Because My Body Is Gone.
My Love Will Always Be There
As You Go Along The Way,
Just Take A Peek Inside Your Heart
There Is Where I’ll Stay.
Know That I Loved My Family
And All My Friends Too,
My Thoughts Will Be With Each Of You
Your Whole Life Through.

Precious Son

I Wish I Could See You One More Time
Come Walking Through My Door
But, I Know That Is Impossible
I Will Hear Your Voice No More
I Know You Can Feel My Tears
And You Don’t Want Me To Cry
Yet, My Heart Is Broken
Because I Can’t Understand Why
Someone So Precious Had To Die
I Pray That God Will Give Me Strength
And Somehow Get Me Through
As I Struggle With This Heartache
That Was Caused By Losing You
In Precious Memory Of Gordon

Who Walked Through Heaven's Gate

10/03/2006

Because of your loss you are no longer someone who lives their life just like everyone else You are no longer someone who talks the same as your friends as your family as your coworkers. The moment you realize how different you are you will stop trying to fit in to the life you left behind The pain will lessen because you no longer try to match your unmatchable surroundings. That is what hurts the most 
 

 

 

 

 

 

Pair of Shoes

I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes.
... Uncomfortable shoes.
I hate my shoes.
Each day I wear them, and each day I wish I had another pair. Some days my shoes hurt so bad that I do not think I can take another step.
Yet, I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes. They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad they are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are might make them uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes you must walk in them.
But, once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I now realize that I am not the only one who wears these shoes.
There are many pairs in this world.
Some women are like me and ache daily as they try and walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so they don’t hurt quite as much.
Some have worn the shoes so long that days will go by before they think
about how much they hurt.
No woman deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a woman who has lost a child.

 

 

"Remember Me"

To the living, I am gone,
To the sorrowful, I will never return,
To the angry, I was cheated,
But to the happy, I am at peace,
And to the faithful, I have never left.
I cannot speak, but I can listen.
I cannot be seen, but I can be heard.
So as you stand upon a shore gazing at a beautiful sea--
As you look upon a flower and admire it's simplicity--
Remember Me.
Remember me in your heart.
Your thoughts, and your memories,
Of the times we loved,
The times we cried,
The times we fought,
The times we laughed.
For if you always think of me,
I will never have gone.

A Mother's Child
A mother's child is every breath that she takes,
walking hand in hand, they are every step that she makes.
And as their steps will grow to strides,
still a child, in mother's eyes.
Every ache and pain they shall feel,
mother will share and with love she will kneel.
She will pray to God to take care of her child,
to protect and guide them through every mile.
Her child is the very core of her soul,
from baby in arms to an adult they will grow.
For to a mother, her child will stay,
the precious infant she held that day.