Fist and Faith wrote:Tracie, all my very best thoughts are coming your way. Many for Jordan and Micah. I've never gone through anything like what they are, and can only barely imagine how they must feel. Well, at least I don't worry about them as much as I would most, since they're with you.
Hugglesssssssssssssss
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
Zia was back in the hospital, running high temps and seizing. In children, AIDS runs its course more rampantly than in adults. It is vicious. Attacking every system at once. I fear our time with Zia is coming to a close.
Our hopes for Naeem being cured are also running low. He still tests positive for HIV, and his CD4 has begun to dip. In all liklihood, he will be in acute infection soon. Please, please add Naeem to your thoughts, hearts and prayers.
My brother wrote this prayer for Emily, the little girls he grew to love in the hospital, who passed just a short time after he did...
I now say it for my daughter...
Divine grace intercede
In hope, in miracle, in joy
Ease the way of her passing
Lift her soul, her heart, her life
Away from the pain she endures
Sweet Jesus of the little children
Beseeching I plead to You
Release her of this burden
Enwrap her in the love of You
I pray my brother comes to take Silezia Home soon...she has endured enough.
Peace,
Tracie
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
3 years ago today, September 25, 2001 a radiant and brilliant light went out in the world. That light was my brother, Stephen.
I wasn't sure what to post on this day...but then I found this....
I sing this song to Heaven
Though my voice be lost
Come peace to me against the storm
Raging within this body mine
I offer up this prayer to Heaven
Though weary am I
Come grace to me against the fever
Burning within this poisoned heart
I speak this hope to Heaven
Though my eyes no longer see
Come grief to me for a world in chaos
Spinning lightless on its axis floundered
I beg this plea to Heaven
Though worthy I am not
Come passing on for me to Jordan
Where rest awaits on the River’s shore.
--Stephen C. McKinney, August 12, 2001
It was scrawled on a napkin, barely legible. His final plea for release.
So, on this day of memory, sadness and yes great joy I wish to send this out to Stephen, whose light may have gone out on this world but shines in glorious beauty in the next...
HAIL!
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
I'm really sorry to hear about all the bad news Furls.
(My words are inane and empty... but they all I can give. )
variol son wrote:Ah Tracie. In a world caught up in its own cynicism and negativity, you and your brother have helped me to dare to look for the good in people again.
Ahhh... This is completely true with me as well. I have been very cynical in the Religious forum... been very negative as to what drives humans... but this thread is full of so much beauty and love... it touches my heart. Thankyou Furls.
To my knowledge, I've never met anyone like you. I'd hate to think that I have and just didn't realize, but I don't think so. You're as unique and amazing as they come. Though only second-hand, I'm honored to know you.
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest -Paul Simon
"Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest." (Psalm 55:6)
In sweet memory of Silezia Ebere Johari Hammon
Born to this world on January 18, 2003
Taken Home to Heaven on October 2, 2004
Oh, my little dove, fly away and be at rest.
How sweet is thy voice,
and thy countenance is comely.
Thou art all fair, my love;
there is no spot in thee.
Suffer the children to come unto Me.
I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth.
Thy parents shall be willing, willing in that day.
Go up; for I will deliver them.
These blessings shall come on thee,
and overtake thee,
if thou shall hearken unto the voice
of the Lord thy God.
I rejoice at Thy Word, as one that findeth spoil.
A great door was opened unto me of the Lord.
Suffer the children to come unto Me.
I will do a new thing; now it shall spring forth.
Thy parents shall be willing, willing in that day.
Go up; for I will deliver them.
Oh, my little dove, perched upon the window sill,
She looks at me, longingly, singing,
"Oh, forget me not.
The covenant is not over between us yet.
Oh, please, remember,
'A little child shall lead them'."
"But Jesus said, suffer little children, and forbid them not, to come unto Me: for of such is the Kingdom of Heaven." (Matthew 19:14)
Silezia was laid to rest next to her Uncles Steve and Isaiah. May she now run through the garden and along the shore of the river...and may all the wishes she makes in the wishing well come true...
Goodbye my sweet angel...
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
Furls Fire wrote:"Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest." (Psalm 55:6)
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Silezia was laid to rest next to her Uncles Steve and Isaiah. May she now run through the garden and along the shore of the river...and may all the wishes she makes in the wishing well come true...
Goodbye my sweet angel...
I am so sorry for your loss.
While I have only been at the Watch for a short time I have been touched by this thread and humbled by your grace and strength. My prayers are with you, your family, and your departed - but not forgotten - loved ones.
He/She who dies with the most toys wins! Wait a minute ... I can't die!!!
Oh, sweet Tracie. The Watch and I send you and your family every ounce of love in us. On behalf of humanity, I thank you for loving those who need it most.
Goodbye, dear Silezia. I'll hug you when I hug my children.
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest -Paul Simon
It's kind of eerie in the house now, no monitor bleeps, no vent noise, and no alarms. Not that those sounds brought us any joy, but with them silenced, it means that we no longer have Zia. Or Lynne. Or our sweet Isaiah. The house is a bit emptier, even though it is full.
Duchy, I love that poem...I have a copy of it actually hanging in a frame on my wall. It's beautiful, thank you so much for posting it.
Eric, thank you for your wonderful email and your beautiful words here. And I love your sig.
Don, we "bear what must be borne." Altho this...almost broke me. Zia knew nothing but AIDS. I only hope that thru it all, she knew how much she was loved by all of us.
Creator, welcome to Steve's thread. I always love it when new people post here. Thank you so much for your kind words.
I had a dream last night. Of Stephen tossing Zia in the air. The sky was brillaint, like crystal, it sparkled. And Zia was laughing.
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.
Furls Fire wrote:Don, we "bear what must be borne." Altho this...almost broke me. Zia knew nothing but AIDS. I only hope that thru it all, she knew how much she was loved by all of us.
Of course she did. One of the absolutes of human beings is that babies know when they're loved. There isn't any question that she knew.
Furls Fire wrote:I had a dream last night. Of Stephen tossing Zia in the air. The sky was brillaint, like crystal, it sparkled. And Zia was laughing.
That's a FANTASTIC sight!!!!!!
All lies and jest
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest -Paul Simon
It was indeed beautiful. So vivid and real. I always dream in color, but this one was exceptionally brilliant. Isaiah was there too. I don't worry about Zia, she is with her uncles and she is happy.
And I believe in you
altho you never asked me too
I will remember you
and what life put you thru.
~fly fly little wing, fly where only angels sing~
~this world was never meant for one as beautiful as you~
...for then I could fly away and be at rest. Sweet rest, Mom. We all love and miss you.