(Picture taken Christmas of 1974)
IN MEMORY OF KANDA MICHELLE JACOBS
5/24/73 - 4/13/04
""SPECIAL TIMES TO REMEMBER""
Our lives seemingly revolve around the essence of
"TIME."
A TIME TO REMEMBER, those wonderful,
yet bittersweet
memories, inevitably crowd our minds.
Amazing is the magic of the sand as it flows ever so
gently in an hour glass.
The quiet flow will measure Present Time between the
Future and the Past.
An agonizing journey of grief we have to bear
and the harsh reality with absolutely no choice,
after the passing of our own child.
Indescribable are the days to follow, as we strive to
live with the pain and suffering, even a short while.
A TIME TO REMEMBER, our memories, surviving,
we managing in our own way, somehow, to live on.
Without A TIME TO REMEMBER, never could
we arise in the morning, to capture the heavenly
beauty of the early dawn.
We will choose cautiously, wisely, those special
TIMES TO REMEMBER,
and wonderful memories of the many past
Christmas years in the month of December
Great SPECIAL TIMES TO REMEMBER,
our child's first step, first tooth, first word.
Reminiscing to that glorious sound of our child
singing with the sweetest voice we ever heard.
But every realm of life is forever governed by the term,
"TIME," (when,)
it is time to sleep, wake, eat, work, cry, grieve,
mourn, again and again.
"TIME" rules our means of travel, by the hours
and then by the days.
A TIME TO REMEMBER, memories of the past,
maybe good, maybe bad but always with us to stay.
More importantly, the hands of " TIME"
will gradually lessen our pain,
Not to come to terms with the loss of our child,
many years and “TIME” remain.
As "TIME" continues by seconds, minutes, hours, days,
months, years,
we will treasure A TIME TO REMEMBER,
and in turn, dry our tears
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