Memorial created 04-23-2008 by
Veronica Wallace----- Hunter's mommy
Hunter Cole Wallace
November 23 2002 - December 24 2004
I miss my son. I feel empty inside most of the time.
How I wish I had the chance to raise you and Gabriel together. You two are so alike, you even look alike. You both are so beautiful--I know all mothers say that about their children--but you definately had an angelic look to you.
We thought of you today
We thought of you today
But that is nothing new
We thought of you yesterday
And will tomorrow, too.
We think of you in silence
And make no outward show
For what it meant to lose you
Only those who love you know.
Remembering you is easy,
We do it everyday
It's the heartache of losing you
That will never go away.
My mom, she tell a lot of lies,
she never did before.
From now until she dies
she'll tell a whole lot more.
Ask my mom how she is,
and because she can't explain,
She will tell a little lie
because she can't describe her pain.
Ask my mom how is she,
She'll say, I'm alright;
If that is the truth then tell me,
why does she cry each and every night?
Ask my mom, how is she
She seems to cope so well.
She didn't have a choice you see,
nor the strength to yell.
Ask my mom how she is
I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping,
For God's sake mom, Just tell the truth.
just say your heart is broken.
She'll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine.
but if you ask her how she is,
she'll lie and say just fine.
I am here in heaven
I cannot hug her from here.
If she lies to you don't listen,
Hug her and hold her near
On the day we meet again
we'll smile and I'll be bold
I'll say, your lucky to get here mom,
with all those lies you told
JUST SAY "i'M SORRY"
You don't know how I feel
Please don't tell me that you do.
There's just one way to know--have you lost a child too?
"You'll have another child!"--must I hear this each day?
Can I get another mother, too, if mine should pass away?
Don't say it was "God's will"--
That's not the God I know,
Would God on purpose break my heart,
Then watch as my tears flow?
"Aren't you better yet?"
Is that what I heard you say?
NO! A part of my heart aches--
I'll always feel some pain.
You think that silence is kind,
But it hurts me even more.
I want to talk about my child
Who has gone through death's door.
Don't say these things to me,
Although you do mean well.
They do not take away the pain away;
I must go through this hell.
I will be better--slow but sure--
And it helps to have you near.
But a simple "I'm sorry you lost your child"
is all I need to hear.
This picture is one of the last ones of Hunter. We celebrated Christmas early that year. December 18, 2004 I was told that Hunter's lungs were filling with fluid so I called people to our home and we had Christmas. But my son was a fighter and he lived for 6 more days, passing away on Christmas eve morning 2004.
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