This site was created
in loving memory of
He was born on November 24th 2005 in Wichita, Kansas and passed away while in our arms,
on the morning of July 4th 2006 CANTEC de GEORGE COSBUC
A venit un lup din crang , si-alerga prin sat sa fure , si sa duca in padure , pe copiii care plang
Si-a venit la noi la poarta , Si - am iesit eu c-o nuia : Lup flamand cu trei cojoace, Hai la maica sa te joace" Eu chemam pe lup incoace, El fugea-ncotro vedea,
Ieri pe drum un om sarac, Intreba pe la vecine : - Poarta-se copiii bine ? Daca nu, sa-i var in sac "
Si-a venit la noi la poarta , Si-am iesit eu si i-am spus : " - Puiul meu e bun si tace , Nu ti-l dau si dute-n pace Esti sarac, dar n-am ce-ti face, Du-te, du-te! Si s-a dus.
Si-a venit un negustor Plin de bani, cu valva mare, Cumpara copii pe care Nu-i iubeste mama lor, Si-a venit la noi la poarta Si-am iesit si l-am certat; - N-ai nici tu, nici imparatul Bani sa-mi cumpere baiatul
Pleaca-n sat, ca-i mare satul Pleaca, pleaca! Si-a plecat.

Moartea unui copil este cu adevarat o incercare fara nume. Un om care isi pierde sotia are un nume: vaduv. O femeie care isi pierde sotul este o vaduva. Copiii care isi pierd parintii sunt ofrani. Dar parintii care isi pierd copiii sunt condamnati la tacere. Caci nu exista nici un nume pentru aceasta durere! Nu cred ca acest lucur este un accident. Giulgiul tacerii va acoperi, in taina mormantul, Invierea lui Hristos. Aceasta forma de tacere la care sunt condamnati, impotriva vointei lor, parintii unui copil decedat este poate o invitatie la cealalta tacere, preludiul al Invierii." Pr. Michel Laroche
Rev. Michel Laroche My Son Was Born in Heaven. An Orthodox Priest's Reflections at the Death of His Son
Translated from French by Corina Gageanu
A child's death is a nameless test indeed. A man who loses his wife is a widower. A woman who loses her husband is a widow. Children who lose their parents are orphans. Parents who lose their children are condemned to silence for there is no name to express their pain. I don't think this happens purely by accident. The shroud of silence will cover in the mystery of the tomb the Resurrection of Christ. This kind of silence the parents of a dead child are condemned to, may be an invitation to the other kind of silence which precedes the Resurrection.
"Daca azi e doar o poarta deschisa sper ieri/ Si-o sa faci ce-ai facut si-o sa stii ce-ai stiut/ Dar n-o sa mai stii sa speri, / Mai stai pana maine si vezi cum e,
/ Mai stai pana maine, poate nu trebuie/ Sa vrei ce vrei, poate Ai nevoie de altceva./ Daca azi drumul pe care era s-a inchis, /
Poate ca nu era drumul pe care trebuia / Sa alergi spre vis/ Sau poate ca da si poate ca maine/ Se va deschide din nou in fata ta/ Orcum ar fi ai in fata o zi, mergi pe ea/ Si nu uita: Stele care cad, nu pier/ Stelele care cad se duc pe un alt cer"
 Thank you Emma, mum to angel Nevaeh








I Lost My Child Today I lost my child today. People came to weep and cry, As I just sat and stared, dry eyed. They struggled to find words to say, To try and make the pain go away, I walked the floor in disbelief, I lost my child today. I lost my child last month. Most of the people went away, Some still call and some still stay. I wait to wake up from this dream. This can't be real. I want to scream. Yet everything is locked inside, God, help me, I want to die. I lost my child last month
I lost my child last year Now people who had came, have gone I sit and struggle all day long To bear the pain so deep inside My friends just question Why? Why does this mother not move on? Just sits and sings the same old song God heavens, it has been so long I lost my child last year




I'm Everywhere
Please don't mourn for me, I'm still here, though you don't see I'm right by your side each night and day And within your heart I long to stay My body is gone but I'm always near
I'm everything you feel, see or hear My spirit is free, but I'll never depart As long as you keep me alive in your heart
I'll never wander out of your sight I'm the brightest star on a summer night
I'll never be beyond your reach I'm the warm moist sand when you're at the beach
I'm the colorful leaves when fall comes around And the pure white snow that blankets the ground
I'm the beautiful flowers of which you're so fond
The clear cool water in a quiet pond I'm the first bright blossom you'll see in spring
The first warm raindrop that April will bring I'm the first ray of light when the sun starts to shine
And you'll see that the face in the moon is mine When you start thinking there's no one to love you
You can talk to me through the Lord above you
I'll whisper my answer through the leaves on the trees And you'll feel my presence in the soft summer breeze I'm the hot salty tears that flow when you weep And the beautiful dreams that come while you sleep
I'm the smile you see on a baby's face Just look for me, I'm everyplace... May God Bless You!

Here is me with my daddy I love you daddy!
 I love you Mommy!
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