Deborah Kay Pelfery
December 22, 1961 - March 7, 1978
Performed by Barbara Mandrell
Faded photographs,
The feelin's all come back
Even now sometimes you're feelin' so near
And I still see your face
Like it was yesterday
Strange how the days turned into years
Years of hanging on
To dreams already gone
Years of wishing you were here
After all this time
You'd think I wouldn't cry
Its just that I still love you
After all these years
Night time gently falls
Another day is gone
I turn around to find you're still not here
I leave the hall light on
In case you come back home
Funny, I can say that for years
Years of hanging on
To dreams already gone
Years of wishing you were here
After all this time
You'd think I wouldn't cry
Its just that I still love you
After all these years
After all these years
Sometimes while looking through the closet,
I catch myself;
Smelling your clothes, just to catch a scent of you.
Sometimes while surfing the radio channels,
I catch myself;
Listening to a song you once listened to.
Sometimes when I'm lonely and need to call someone,
I catch myself;
Calling a person who was a friend to you.
Sometimes when looking through the photo album,
I catch myself;
Looking at pictures of only you.
Sometimes at night when I can't sleep,
I catch myself;
Crying over memories I have of you
Sometimes at night when I pray,
I catch myself;
Thanking God for blessing us with you.
Written By: Doyle Alldrege
In Memory of His Son Yancy Doyle Alldrege
and Michele my youngest daughter that I lost when she was 18.
My Mom is a survivor, or so I've heard it said.
But I hear her crying at night when all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night and go to hold her hand.
She doesn't know I'm with her to help her understand.
But like the sands on the beach that never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom, who thinks of me each day.
She wears a smile for others...a smile of disguise.
But through Heaven's door I see tears flowing from her eyes.
My mom tries to cope with death to keep my memory alive.
But anyone who knows her knows it is her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom...through Heaven's open door.
I try to tell her that angels protect me forever more.
But I know that doesn't help her or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance, go visit her...And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...no matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart that time won't ever heal!
~ This poem was written by Kaye Des'Ormeaux and dedicated to Clarissa
The mention of my child's name
may bring tears to my eyes,
But it never fails to bring music to my ears.
If you are really my friend,
let me hear the music of her name!
It soothes my broken heart and sings to my soul!
~Author Unknown ~
I am so very sorry for what you went through sweet girl. Friends who were not really your friends. And being in a place at the wrong time.
But now you are safe in GODS ARMS.
REST IN EVERLASTING PEACE DEBORAH
Sue-Anne~~~Lee'sMom
I would like to share a poem that my ANGEL Lee wrote.
Looking out a different window
With a different point of view
Trying to get my feet wet
In places that are new
Time is moving me on
Placing me in doubt
Trying to move this big wall
Trying to find a way out
Left in a strange place
With nothing but the clothes I wear
Nothing to give
Nothing to share
When I get my head straight
In this place I now call home
I'll tell you of my trek
In this room I now roam
Written By Lee Henry Aguilera
10-17-74~09-14-2000
Sue-Anne~~~Lee'sMom
With Love
Ann, Laurasmom
An angel that left too soon but will be forever remembered and loved
Ann, Laurasmom
Karen Lyn Jenkins, Mother of An Angel with Pink Wings
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