In Loving Memory
Mitch Lancaster was my only son and the only child from my first marriage. He died at 18 years, 3 months and 28 days. He left his mother, father, stepfather, his little sister Cary, who was 9 when he died, and many other relatives. Not a day goes by that we don't think about him and miss him. He struggled with drug addiction and the drugs won. He committed suicide a few months after turning 18.
His father died on July 21, 2013. His stepfather died on February 12, 2019.
Below are poems I wrote after his death. Time has passed and the pain has decreased somewhat, but his memory remains as strong as ever to those of us who love him.
In Dreams
In dreams I see your face again,
The face I long to touch.
I hear your voice, I see your smile,
The smile I miss so much.
In dreams cares have not found you,
Your days are bright and free.
You go your way unhindered
by troubles yet to be.
In dreams your life is still your own,
Death has not called your name.
You still have your hopes and dreams
and life is just a game.
In dreams my heart is light again,
It finds its sole release.
'Til waking brings sorrow back to me
In an endless search for peace.
A Different World
I rose and faced a different world
On the morning after you were gone.
Longing to turn back relentless time,
Unwilling to go on.
But the cruel earth keeps on turning,
Indifferent to my pain.
The flowers continue blooming,
Touched by the sun and rain.
The birds won't stay their singing,
Nor the children cease their play.
The moon and stars still ride the night
And the sun still rules by day.
Only the wind is mournful
As it breathes a gentle sigh,
And murmurs a song of sorrow
Over the grave where you lie.
We'll meet again in Heaven, through the grace of Jesus Christ.
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
I love you forever,
Mom
I thank all of you who left flowers and kind notes.
Mitch Lancaster was my only son and the only child from my first marriage. He died at 18 years, 3 months and 28 days. He left his mother, father, stepfather, his little sister Cary, who was 9 when he died, and many other relatives. Not a day goes by that we don't think about him and miss him. He struggled with drug addiction and the drugs won. He committed suicide a few months after turning 18.
His father died on July 21, 2013. His stepfather died on February 12, 2019.
Below are poems I wrote after his death. Time has passed and the pain has decreased somewhat, but his memory remains as strong as ever to those of us who love him.
In Dreams
In dreams I see your face again,
The face I long to touch.
I hear your voice, I see your smile,
The smile I miss so much.
In dreams cares have not found you,
Your days are bright and free.
You go your way unhindered
by troubles yet to be.
In dreams your life is still your own,
Death has not called your name.
You still have your hopes and dreams
and life is just a game.
In dreams my heart is light again,
It finds its sole release.
'Til waking brings sorrow back to me
In an endless search for peace.
A Different World
I rose and faced a different world
On the morning after you were gone.
Longing to turn back relentless time,
Unwilling to go on.
But the cruel earth keeps on turning,
Indifferent to my pain.
The flowers continue blooming,
Touched by the sun and rain.
The birds won't stay their singing,
Nor the children cease their play.
The moon and stars still ride the night
And the sun still rules by day.
Only the wind is mournful
As it breathes a gentle sigh,
And murmurs a song of sorrow
Over the grave where you lie.
We'll meet again in Heaven, through the grace of Jesus Christ.
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
I love you forever,
Mom
I thank all of you who left flowers and kind notes.
In Loving Memory
Mitch Lancaster was my only son and the only child from my first marriage. He died at 18 years, 3 months and 28 days. He left his mother, father, stepfather, his little sister Cary, who was 9 when he died, and many other relatives. Not a day goes by that we don't think about him and miss him. He struggled with drug addiction and the drugs won. He committed suicide a few months after turning 18.
His father died on July 21, 2013. His stepfather died on February 12, 2019.
Below are poems I wrote after his death. Time has passed and the pain has decreased somewhat, but his memory remains as strong as ever to those of us who love him.
In Dreams
In dreams I see your face again,
The face I long to touch.
I hear your voice, I see your smile,
The smile I miss so much.
In dreams cares have not found you,
Your days are bright and free.
You go your way unhindered
by troubles yet to be.
In dreams your life is still your own,
Death has not called your name.
You still have your hopes and dreams
and life is just a game.
In dreams my heart is light again,
It finds its sole release.
'Til waking brings sorrow back to me
In an endless search for peace.
A Different World
I rose and faced a different world
On the morning after you were gone.
Longing to turn back relentless time,
Unwilling to go on.
But the cruel earth keeps on turning,
Indifferent to my pain.
The flowers continue blooming,
Touched by the sun and rain.
The birds won't stay their singing,
Nor the children cease their play.
The moon and stars still ride the night
And the sun still rules by day.
Only the wind is mournful
As it breathes a gentle sigh,
And murmurs a song of sorrow
Over the grave where you lie.
We'll meet again in Heaven, through the grace of Jesus Christ.
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
I love you forever,
Mom
I thank all of you who left flowers and kind notes.
Mitch Lancaster was my only son and the only child from my first marriage. He died at 18 years, 3 months and 28 days. He left his mother, father, stepfather, his little sister Cary, who was 9 when he died, and many other relatives. Not a day goes by that we don't think about him and miss him. He struggled with drug addiction and the drugs won. He committed suicide a few months after turning 18.
His father died on July 21, 2013. His stepfather died on February 12, 2019.
Below are poems I wrote after his death. Time has passed and the pain has decreased somewhat, but his memory remains as strong as ever to those of us who love him.
In Dreams
In dreams I see your face again,
The face I long to touch.
I hear your voice, I see your smile,
The smile I miss so much.
In dreams cares have not found you,
Your days are bright and free.
You go your way unhindered
by troubles yet to be.
In dreams your life is still your own,
Death has not called your name.
You still have your hopes and dreams
and life is just a game.
In dreams my heart is light again,
It finds its sole release.
'Til waking brings sorrow back to me
In an endless search for peace.
A Different World
I rose and faced a different world
On the morning after you were gone.
Longing to turn back relentless time,
Unwilling to go on.
But the cruel earth keeps on turning,
Indifferent to my pain.
The flowers continue blooming,
Touched by the sun and rain.
The birds won't stay their singing,
Nor the children cease their play.
The moon and stars still ride the night
And the sun still rules by day.
Only the wind is mournful
As it breathes a gentle sigh,
And murmurs a song of sorrow
Over the grave where you lie.
We'll meet again in Heaven, through the grace of Jesus Christ.
If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever.
I love you forever,
Mom
I thank all of you who left flowers and kind notes.
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You will always live in our hearts.
