Please read this poem from another family who lost their child to cancer.
Silent Tears- Author Unknown
We go through life with a broken heart, though most days you will see us smile.
We get through those days knowing it is just one more, closer to seeing them again.
We still laugh, we still play with other children, ours or our friends’, and we still live,
Yet the spark in our eyes is gone, yet the joy inside has left.
Some days, we adventure out, some days we just don’t.
And sometime when we do, reality hits hard so we turn around and run back to safety.
We can be strong but mostly because we have no choice.
If asked how we are, we will usually say ok just so we can escape,
Escape more questions or unwanted advice about how it is time to move on,
We are afraid and we panic at the thought of forgetting a little more each day,
Their voice, their smell, and the way they kissed us, the way they felt in our arms,
How it sounded when they said our name and even their favorite food...
You might see us walking through graves at all hours of the day and night,
You might hear us talk to a picture on the wall, or a box setting on a shelf,
Remember to never question why we do this; it is not an easy thing
To go sit by our children's grave to share our day with them,
Or lay in their bed, reading their favorite book,
Knowing they will never be there again to turn the next page
Before we are done saying the last word.
See, we don't really want to go on without them, we just don't.
They are our hearts, our souls. They make the sunshine and the rain fall,
They send us snow kisses and flower petals in the wind,
They paint rainbows and sunsets, they bring us butterflies and lady bugs,
They always have, just now; they do it from Heaven...
Heaven is where our children had to go so they could be free...
But we are left behind...
And now we go through life with our broken hearts, though most days you will see us smile,
But remember next time when you see us smile as you go by your day,
Remember that at night, as you go to bed and close your eyes,
Silent tears roll down our cheeks as we cry ourselves to sleep one more time.