A SILENT THIEF A silent, cruel thief named death, came over one morning and snatched my loving son Patrick without mercy or remorse for me or my son. The piece of my womb is gone far away under the twilight zone of death Life will never be the same
How am I supposed to live a shattered life with no return of normalcy How am I supposed to live with a wounded womb with no cure How am I supposed to live with the missing puzzle of my life How am I supposed to live with this empty hole in my chest
They say this silent thief happened because of Adam and Eve, the sour juice of death Are we to be blamed for the destruction of Satan Are we to be blamed for the disobedience of Adam and Eve Am I to be blamed for the deadly act that Adam and Eve had caused way before my time
How am I supposed to live a shattered life with no return of normalcy How am I supposed to live with a wounded womb with no cure How am I supposed to live with the missing puzzle of my life How am I supposed to live with this empty hole in my chest
God, I am not challenging Your virtue of fate or destiny But my broken heart does not know or understand Your virtue My heart only understands sadness and sorrow from the loss of my son Patrick My heart is aching endlessly in the stream of my sadden tears Oh God, forgive me for my selfish thoughts I am just a lost sinner in the valley of death A lost mother in the river of my sorrowful tears A lonely angel in the darkness of my gloomy life
How am I supposed to live a shattered life with no return of normalcy How am I supposed to live with a wounded womb with no cure How am I supposed to live with the missing puzzle of my life How am I supposed to live with this empty hole in my chest
Forever in my heart. Love, Mom
Dedicated to my beloved son Patrick. Gisele G Barbosa
My life will never be the same without my beloved son, Patrick. I go to be thinking, crying, longing for my beloved son During the day with my motionless body, broken heart and soul, I am thinking, crying, longing for my loving son I go to bed along my restless nights, thinking, crying, missing my Angel Patrick. Life is surely unfair for mothers because a mother should never bury a child. It's wrong, unthinkable, unbearable to endure.
_________________ ETERNAL REST GRANT UNTO PATRICK, O LORD! AND LET PERPETUAL LIGHT SHINE UPON PATRICK. SACRED HEART OF JESUS, HAVE MERCY ON PATRICK. IMMACULATE HEART OF MARY, PRAY FOR PATRICK.
PATRICK, MY LOVING SON, YOU ARE LOVED, REMEMBERED, MISSED ETERNALLY
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