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Computer is fixed

Lost everything on my hard drive.

I am sorry for the inconvience that this has cause for everyone.  I am not signing up for any tours until I have an external hard drive and I have everything organized.  I do not want to have to ever have to worry about this kind of thing happening again.  All my ebooks, media, emails and everything was wiped when they fixed my computer.  It is not fun to lose everything.  Again I am sorry for the inconvenience that this has caused for everyone I was committed to.  It was also brought to my attention that some noticed I blogged a couple of times around the 11th of March.  The posts were not about books, but about my son Justin Dean Norby (March 11, 1986 - May 26th, 2001) Special Occasions like his birthday tend to be hard for me, so I had shared a couple of poems I had found written by another mother who had lost her son and now writes beautiful poetry about it.  It was also mentioned that they seen my computer had gotten fixed, but I am not sure they seen where it said that my hard drive was restarted from scratch none of my stuff was there.  So I am hopefully making it better known that with the exceptions of any netgalley, free kindle books on my kindle or that I have won or bought and print copies of books that I have mostly won a few have been sent for review that I do not have any of the books, nor media, nor original emails because when they fixed my computer they were unable to save my stuff.  Again I am very sorry for the inconvenience that this has caused for everyone.

Dalene

The Broken Hearted - A Poem for Bereaved Parents

The Broken-Hearted

We are the broken-hearted parents,

Who struggle every day,

Weighted down with sorrow,

For our children who have passed away.

Weary travelers joining many others,

Who are also on this road,

None of us ever imagined,

We’d be carrying this heavy load.

The road is long and filled with anguish,

Flowing with all of our tears,

And the pieces of the dreams we’d envisioned,

With our children through the years.

In a club no one wants to join,

Screaming silently all the way,

We can’t believe how our lives have changed,

And the price we have to pay.

Sometimes we wish we could cross over,

That we too could die,

The pain is almost unbearable,

And all we do is cry.

We listen for our children’s voices,

And feel so terribly alone,

It’s unimaginable living without them,

We just want our children home.

If only it were possible,

There’s nothing we wouldn’t do,

To be together once again,

Would be a dream come true.

We know they’re happy in Heaven,

Waiting for us to come,

The only consolation,

Until our time here is done.

We may not have the answers,

Or understand the plan,

But we are very thankful,

To have held their precious hands.

We’re separated physically,

In that way we’re apart,

But in all other ways still connected,

Forever within our hearts.

We cherish every moment,

And are grateful through our tears,

To have known the love of our children,

And for the time that they were here.

To have been their parents is a blessing,

And though our hearts are torn,

 We hope to celebrate their memory,

And not forever mourn.

The love we had was priceless,

In it we rejoice,

And if we had the chance again,

We would make no other choice.

Copyright © C.A. Stevenson 2010

(A Mother's Tears)

Yesterday was my second born son's birthday, he is with me always, but my thoughts become so filled with him on special occasions that at times I look up things like poetry that fit how I feel.  I have problems expressing myself most of the time when I try to convey my feelings whether by writing or verbally communicating.  So I am thankful when I find poetry and other things that help me communicate my feelings.  I am thankful to C.A. Stevenson for sharing her poetry.  She knows how it feels to lose a child and she communicates it beautifully through her poetry.

Today is my son Justin's Birthday

Justin Dean Norby (March 11, 1986 - May 26, 2001)

I found a poem written by another mother that works for me today.  Thank you, CLAIRE ANN STEVENSON for sharing your poetry.

A Message From My Son

In the arms of the angels I was flown,

Back to my heavenly home,

It came as a surprise to me,

But this is how it’s supposed to be.

I am happy, do not weep,

Love is forever ours to keep,

Now I work from this side,

As one of your spirit guides.

So alone I know you feel,

But I am present to help you heal,

I send you love and many signs,

As you struggle through this dark time.

I know your heart is broken,

But with divine love it will open,

And from what feels like tragedy,

You’ll be able to more clearly see.

The plans God has in store for you,

A purpose that will come shining through,

Keep the faith, don’t give in,

A new life will begin.

I want you to know,

That I love you so,

And I watch with pride,

As you find your stride.

Although my earthly life is done,

I am so grateful to be your son,

And in Heaven I await,

The time you’ll walk through God’s gate.

In the meantime do not fear,

Know that I am always near,

Feel the heavenly support from above,

For the mother that I so dearly love.