Lorraine Ann Pacifico

I have not turned my back on you,
So there is no need to cry.
I'm watching you from heaven,
Just beyond the morning sky.

I've seen you almost fall apart,
When you could barely stand.
I asked the Lord to comfort you,
And watched him take your hand.

He told me you are in more pain,
Than I could ever be.
He wiped his eyes and swallowed hard,
Then gave your hand to me.

Although you may not feel my touch,
Or see me by your side.
I've whispered that I love you,
While I wiped each tear you cried.

So please try not to ache for me,
We'll meet again one day,
Beyond the dark and stormy sky,
A rainbow lights the way.

Daphne Edvad

February 13, 2012

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Bon. Bon McGowan

November 13, 2011

ღ ღ ღ ღ All My Love Beautiful Angel ღ ღ ღ ღ

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*ღ.......ღ* *ღHeavenly *ღ.......ღ* *ღ shona sengupta. ..ღ*
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How will heaven be?
As far as I can see
It will have huge bells
And will be situated on clouds
It will have many golden wells
That will so often swell
Rain will be abundant
And the sun will shine all day long
Angels will play on the harp
The sweetest summer song
Music that will touch the heart
While those beneath will shed drops of sorrow
Little will they know what will happen on the morrow
But to them up above
As plain and clear it will be
As far as far as I can see
Yes there will be misty alleys
And lush green meadows
Fresh with the fragrant smell of spring
Winter will never be bitter
Summer never so hot
Autumn never so bare
And resources never so scarce
Food for all will be relished by all.
Grateful we’ll be as grateful can be
Mountains high and strong and brown
Surrounding that hidden land,
Beautiful and vast seas I see
There colour as blue as sapphire can be
And the white waves lashing upon the shore
Sitting on the flattened grey rocks
Who would not call it absolutely heavenly?
However it might actually be,
But can we still not see
There will lie behind this seen
A relieving feeling of bliss
For where not have we been
But is this not by all believed
That after one’s decease
This is the land of eternal peace
Where we all ultimately reach?
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Sylvie Belanger

July 7, 2011

I picture you happy, healthy, beautiful, playing with the Angels....
You'll never be forgotten Precious Lorraine...

Anita Brown

May 19, 2011

My Dearest Loved one:



I received your Letter from Heaven,

It made the teardrops fall.

But knowing you’re with God above,

Sweet memories, I will recall.



I know that you are with me,

For I feel your presence near.

And if I listen closely,

Your voice I then can hear.



I know you’re watching o’er me,

As you promised you would do.

And when I feel so saddened,

It’s your letter that sees me through.



When I lay in bed at night,

The day’s chores put to flight,

I truly feel your presence,

Like a warm and glowing light.



The rocky roads you mentioned,

And the hills that I must climb;

I’ve done exactly what you said,

By taking one day at a time.



I’ve tried to help others,

Who are in sorrow and in pain.

And now I am contented,

My day was not in vain.



I’ll lend a hand, as you have said

When someone is feeling low.

I’ll pray for them and be here,

‘Till on their way they go.



And when it’s time for me to go,

To join you in heaven high.

My wings I shall spread wide,

To my home up in the sky.


Author

Ruth Ann Mahaffey

©copyright 2004

Broken Hearted Mum

May 19, 2011

♥ Lorraine ♥

*ღ*Angels Are Always Close *ღ*

It floated down from heaven
A feather white as snow
An angel passing in the sky
Must have let it go

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In the hope it would be found
By someone sad like me
So I would know an angel
Was trying to comfort me

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Angels are always close
They watch over us each day
White feathers are a sign
That they're not that far away

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Our angels guide us with their love
watch over us with care
And sometime drop a feather
To let us know they're there.

Copyright© Ingrid Aspey 9/7/10

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Anneli Bird

May 16, 2011

XOX LORRAINE MY SISTER XOX

LORRAINE ANN PACIFICO
I thought of my sister LORRAINE today,this is nothing new...
I thought about You yesterday and days before that too...
I often think of You in silence; I often speak Your name...
All I have are memories and picture's in a frame...
Your memory is a keepsake in which I'll never part...
Your voice will always be heard and I will Always have You in my (♥)

ELSEWHERE ~
Do not judge the bereaved mother.
She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart sobs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works,
She is, but She is not, all at once.
She is here... but part of her is Elsewhere for Eternity...

ELSEWHERE~ REVISITED
Do not judge the bereaved parent/sibling,
They come in many forms.
They are breathing, but they are dying.
They may look young, but inside they have become ancient.
They smile, but their heart sobs.
They walk, they talk, they cook, they clean, they work,
They are, but they are not, all at once.
They are here... but part of them is Elsewhere for Eternity...

NEVER FORGET
These tears don't make me weak, they mean I still love you,
That I remember you, and I wish you were still here.
I will gladly cry forever to never forget.

SNOWDROP
The world may never notice
If a Snowdrop doesn't bloom,
Or even pause to wonder
If the petals fall too soon.
But every life that ever forms,
Or ever comes to be,
Touches the world in some small way
For all eternity

~ TILL WE MEET AGAIN ~
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 place
no one could ever fill.

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 We are called one by one,
the chain will link again.

TIME
Time is too slow for those who wait,
too swift for those who fear,
too long for those who grieve,
too short for those who rejoice,
but for those who love, time is eternity.

CLOSURE NEVER HAPPENS
I have a confession to make.
I dis-like the word closure
when connected with the loss of a loved one.
Weeks/Years/Decades later there are those who want to know
when the bereaved will find closure.
For survivors, the word closure often connotes
that the bereaved are underachievers
who flunked a grief course.
Though their intention is meant to be sympathetic
they evoke a note of chastisement
for failing to end the mourning process.

Anthony Pacifico (Brother)

May 16, 2011

I didn't know Lorraine but when I look at her photos I see what a beautiful little girl she was. I am so sorry that she had to suffer like she did, makes my heart break. Much love to her family.

Annabelle Jones

May 16, 2011