REMEMBERING LANA

In her face was the light of a thousand summers

Alana Marie

December 8, 1967 - April 16, 1998

There is no moment of my life when you are not a part of me.
You hold my heart, you guard my soul.
You guide my dreams so tenderly.
If my will might be done, and all I long for could come true,
with perfect joy I would choose to share eternity with you.

My Mommy

Sarah remembers her mother

Articles on Grief, Loss, Faith and Recovery by Jon Crane From the pages of Saturday Ramblins

A Passage Towards Faith, Part 1
A Passage Towards Faith, Part 2
A Passage Towards Faith, Part 3
A Passage Towards Faith, Part 4
The Angel of Barnes & Noble
Living with the Dead
The Ghosts of Christmas
Wheresoever She Was: Remembering Lana One Year Later
Good Grief
The Story of the Claddagh Ring
Who Will Remember

They say memories are golden,
Well, maybe that is true;
I never wanted memories,
I only wanted you.
A million times I needed you,
A million times I cried;
If love alone could have saved you,
You never would have died.
In life I loved you dearly,
In death I love you still;
In my heart you hold a piece
No one could ever fill.
But now I know you want me
To mourn for you no more,
To remember the happy times
Life still has much in store.
Since you'll never be forgotten
I pledge to you today;
A hallowed place within my heart
Is where you'll always stay.
If tears could build a stairway
And heartache make a lane;
I'd walk the path to heaven
And bring you back again.
Our family chain is broken,
and nothing seems the same;
But as God calls us one by one,
The chain will link again.

God was the giver; Lana was the gift.

May her soul and all the souls of the faithfully departed, rest in peace. Amen

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