This page is in Memory of Night Son
...w Our Love and Respect dedicated, to his Mother,
Our friend.

"When somebody dies,
a cloud turns into an angel, and flies up to tell
God to put another flower on a pillow.
A bird gives the message back to the world,
and sings a silent prayer that makes the rain cry.
People disappear, but they
never really go away.
The spirits up there put the sun to bed,
wake up grass, and spin the earth in dizzy circles.
Sometimes you can see them dancing in
a cloud during the day-time, when they're suppose
to be sleeping.
They paint the rain-bows
and also the sun-sets and make waves splash
and tug at the tide.
They toss shooting stars and
listen to wishes.
And when they sing wind-songs,
they whisper to us,
"Don't miss me too much.
The view is nice and I'm
doing just fine."

FROM NIGHTSONS MEMORIAL

"My Night Son's Mom Wants To Thank Everyone
For Sharing In Saying
Goodbye To My Son
...He Is Now Free From All His Demons
...He Is Now Free To Soar With The Eagles
...He Is Now Free To Roam The World
And Do All The Things He Loved To Do
...He Is Now Free To Visit His Daughter,
Dilly
...MY Night Son Always Put ON A Happy Face
For The World AND That's What The World Will Remember The
Most About Him
...He Was A Difficult Birth And A Difficult Death
But For Sure This Mom Would Live It All Over Again
...Because This Mom
WOULDN'T HAVE MISSED IT FOR ANYTHING IN
THIS WHOLE WIDE WORLD!!!"

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving
Between my Lord and me,
I cannot choose the colors
He worketh steadily.

Oftimes he weaveth sorrow,
And I in foolish pride
forget He sees the upper
and I, the underside.

Not till the loom is silent
and the shuttles cease to fly
shall God unroll the canvas
and explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful
in the Weaver's skillful hand
as the threads of gold and silver
in the pattern He has planned.

Author Unknown

Fly Away ....

Fly, fly little wing
Fly beyond imagining
The softest cloud, the BRAVEST EAGLE
Upon the wind of heaven's love
Past the planets and the stars
Leave this lonely world of ours
Escape the sorrow and the pain
And fly again
Fly, fly precious one
Your endless journey has begun
Take your gentle happiness
Far too beautiful for this
Cross over to the other shore
There is peace forever more
But hold this mem'ry bittersweet
Until we meet
Fly, fly do not fear
Don't waste a breath, don't shed a tear
Your heart is pure, your soul is free
Be on your way, don't wait for me
Above the universe you'll climb
On beyond the hands of time
The moon will rise, the sun will set
But I won't forget
Fly, fly little wing
Fly where only angels sing
Fly away, the time is right
Go now, find the light.

Brandon Wolfe Page