A rose once grew where all could see,
sheltered beside a garden wall,
and, as the days passed swiftly by,
it spread its branches, straight and tall..
One day, a beam of light shone through a crevice that had opened wide-
The rose bent gently toward its warmth
then passed beyond to the other side...
Now, you who deeply feel its loss,
be comforted-the rose blooms there-
Its beauty even greater now,
nurtured by God's own loving care.
Author Unknown
These are the words that shattered my very being and these are the words that I still hear in my dreams. My name is Lori and I'm 30 years old and June 27, 2000 I lost my son. In sharing my story I'm hoping I can help someone else cope a little better with their tragic loss. Please read my story and know you are not alone and if you would like to talk please feel free to email me.
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