I'LL LEND YOU SIMEON NICHOLAS FOR A WHILE'',HE SAID. ''FOR YOU TO LOVE THE WHILE HE LIVES AND MOURN FOR WHEN HE'S DEAD. IT MAY BE TWENTY-SIX OR SEVEN YEARS,OR TWENTY-FIVE OR THREE. bUT WILL YOU, TILL I CALL FOR HIM, TAKE CARE OF HIM FOR ME?
HE'LL BRING YOU LOVE TO GLADDEN YOU AND SHOULD HIS STAY BE BRIEF; YOU'LL HAVE NICHOLAS' LOVELY MEMORIES AS SOLACE FOR YOUR GRIEF, I CANNOT PROMISE HE WILL STAY, SINCE ALL FROM EARTH RETURN. BUT THERE ARE LESSONS TAUGHT DOWN THERE I WANT THIS CHILD TO LEARN.
I'VE LOOKED THIS WORLD OVER IN SEARCH OF TEACHERS TRUE. AND FROM THE THRONGS THAT CROWD LIFE'S LANES I HAVE SELECTED YOU. NOW WILL YOU GIVE NICK ALL YOUR LOVE, NOR THINK YOUR LABOR VAIN. NOR HATE ME WHEN I COME TO CALL TO TAKE HIM BACK AGAIN.
I FANCIED THAT I HEARD THEM SAY,''DEAR LORD,THY WILL BE DONE. FOR ALL THE JOY THIS CHILD SHALL BRING,THE RASH OF GRIEF WILL RUN. WE'LL SHELTER HIM WITH TENDERNESS AND LOVE NICK WHILE ER MAY. AND FOR THE HAPPINESS WE'VE KNOWN, FOREVER GRATEFUL STAY.
BUT SHOULD THE ANGEL CALL FOR SIMEON NICHOLAS MUCH SOONER THAN WE PLANNED, WE'LL BRAVE THE BITTER GRIEF THAT COMES AND TRY TO UNDERSTAND.
SAT,9PM,APRIL4,2009
''MY SON'' SIMEON NICHOLAS MCCARTY / Nick's Mom nan mccarty
My Son
Twas 29 short years ago, When, I first heard his cry. This tiny boy with golden hair, And large brown twinkling eyes.
Just 29 short years ago, 'Twas a pleasure to hear his cry. And the child grew to become such a man. Only to die! Only to die!
The grave now covered with leaves. And flowers strewn about. The headstone black that holds his family name Forever I shall feel without.
He was the most wonderful son. And so filled my heart with joy. Oh how I miss, the man, my son. The child, my baby boy.
March 24,2009
Nicholas -1979-2005
When i Knew he was gone / NANCY MCCARTY 3/24/09 ((Poem for my son,NICK )
The Day My Son Died
The policemen came to tell us that it was him who had died .I told myself it was just for that day, so I went to bed to get it over tomorrow. But the next morning I heard them talking ; apparently he had still died (even though the police were not calling to tell us today). So it’s gonna be a few days, I figured; we might as well have a funeral. We drove hundreds of miles in dozens of cars finding and losing the way ‘round and ‘round standing ‘round and ‘round, crying, listening, crying listening standing and standing around. But when it was over he had still died so there was nothing to do but drive home. It took hours and then the bills had to be paid .We paid them but he had still died. And every night after that I slept as long as I could to give him a chance to not have died. But in the morning they were whispering and when I asked if he had still died the answer was always, "Yes." And so it went into a week and then it went into two weeks. Eventually it went into months. And it kept going. It wouldn’t stop. It kept on having happened. No matter what I did, it refused to not have happened.
Even if I wrote in 'MEMORY OF' about it
Even if a wrote a poem about it Even if I forgot about it, IT didn’t forget about it. Not for a second was it caught off guard.
It was as stubborn as he sometimes was himself. It just wouldn’t let bygones be bygones. To this day,Tuesday of '09, it has happened. It insists on having happened. It will never tire of having happened. Nothing will distract it from having happened.
It was more than one day. It was more than one week. It was more than months. It was more than3-years.
And it knew it – ALL the time.
Frankfort regional Conference,March 20,21,2009 / Mother :9:30 AM 1) Keeping your Child's Memory Alive in journaling & Writing
2.)From Loss to Hope 3.) How Do i Get through All the Firsts
11:00 am 4.) Coping separately together 5.) Grief vs. Depression
6.) Coping with Would've, Should've,Could've
2:00pm 7.)After Death Communications 8.)Children Grieve Too
9.) Complicated factors Around Grief and Loss
Conference Registration includes Friday Dinner and saturday Lunch-$45.00 Conference location--First christian church.318 ann st. Frankfort, REFLECTION ROOM--library, BUTTERFLY BOUTIQUE--things for sale Submit a picture of nick with registration. this picture preferably wallet size,4x6, or 5x7 will be used for the slideshow. button lady will be making picture buttons for parents. If you want a picturre button, bring a 4'' picture that will be used to make the button. Conference speaker's will have tables if you want books, CD's. A MEMORY TABLE will be provided for memory displays of nicholas. Bring items.
Conference speakers: p. alexander,psychotherapist & musician w.ritter,Methodist minister,wrote TAKE THE DIMNESS OF MY SOUL AWAY---HEALING AFTER A LOVED ONE'S SUICIDE. It is a thoughtful look into a difficult subject. bill's son, Bill,jr. died from suicide at 27. An attorney, Bill,jr. was diagnosed with ADD,Adult Attention Deficit Disorder, and died at his own hand in 1994, only 4 mos. after diagnosis. S.russell---wrote a series of grief & Trauma Workshops being used in Funeral Home Aftercarre programs and community outreach. A.Wisler--Her son died at 4 after cancer treatments in '97. She teaches courses on ''writing the heartache".
*the Butterfly boutique will be in the foyer of the library
This day, February 2,Monday,2009 I have thought of you constantly my dear sweet, beautiful son. Scotty,Daddy ,and I talked about you. More to the point, daddy and I bragged and Scotty listened.
I adore you,my Simeon Nicholas.
As I Lay Me Down
It felt like springtime on this February morning In the courtyard, birds were singing your praise I'm still recalling things you said to make me feel alright I carried them with me today, now
As I lay me down to sleep This I pray That you will hold me dear Though I'm far away I'll whisper your name into the sky And I will wake up happy
I wonder why I feel so high Though I am not above the sorrow Heavy hearted Till you call my name And it sounds like church bells Or the whistle of a train On a summer evening I'll run to meet you Barefoot barely breathing
As I lay me down to sleep This I pray That you will hold me dear Though I'm far away I'll whisper your name into the sky And I will wake up happy
It's not too near for me Like a flower I need the rain Though it's not clear to me Every season has its change And I will see you When the sun comes out again
As I lay me down to sleep This I pray That you will hold me dear Though I'm far away I'll whisper your name into the sky And I will wake up happy
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