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That's Normal

If you think you’re going insane
that's normal.

If all you can do is cry
that's normal.

If you have trouble with the most minor decisions
that's normal.

If you can't taste your food or have very little appetite
that's normal.

If you have feelings of rage, envy or depression
that's normal.

If you find yourself enjoying a funny moment and immediately feel guilty
that's normal.

If your friends dwindle away and you feel like you have the plague
that's normal.

If your blood boils and the hairs in your nose curl when someone tells you ‘it's God's will'
that's normal.

If you can't talk about it but you can smash dishes, shred old phone books or kick the rubbish bin (preferably empty) down the street
that's normal.

If you can share your story, your feelings, with an understanding listener, perhaps another bereaved person
that's a beginning.

If you can get a glimmer of your child's or partner's life, rather than his or her death
that's wonderful.

If you can remember your child's or partner's smile
that's healing.

If you can find your mirrors have become windows and you are able to reach out to other bereaved people
that's growing.

The elephant in the room

There's an elephant in the room. It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it. Yet we squeeze by with, 'How are you? ' and 'I'm fine, ' and a thousand other forms of trivial chatter. We talk about the weather. We talk about work. We talk about everything else, except the elephant in the room.

There's an elephant in the room. We all know it's there. We are thinking about the elephant as we talk together. It is constantly on our minds. For, you see, it is a very large elephant. It has hurt us all.

But we don't talk about the elephant in the room. Oh, please say his name. Oh, please say his name again. Oh, please, let's talk about the elephant in the room.

For if we talk about his death, perhaps we can talk about his life. Can I say his name to you and not have you look away?
For if I cannot, then you are leaving me....
in a room....
with an elephant

To All We Love and Miss So Much

Their the brightest stars in Heaven Never far away Forever in our thoughts We Love them more each day

No more tomorrows for us to share But yesterdays Memories are always there

May the Winds of Love blow gently And Whisper for Them to hear How Much we Love and Miss Them And Wish that They were Still Here

A Letter From Heaven.

When tomorrow starts without me. And I'm not here to see. If the sun should rise and find your eyes, filled with tears for me.

I wish so much you wouldn't cry. The way you did today. While thinking of the many things, We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me. As much as I love you. And each time you think of me. I know you'll miss me too.

When tomorrow starts without me. Don't think we're far apart. For every time you think of me. I'm right there in your heart.

The day god took you home

A million times
I've needed you
a million times I've cried
if love alone
could have saved you
you never would have died
in life i loved you dearly
in death i love you still
in my heart you hold a place
no one else can ever fill
it broke my heart to lose you
but you didn't go alone
part of me went with you
the day god took you home

For Colette

10 years ago tonight you died
Your life, to save, in vain, I tried.

That heartless B...... & his sibling scum,
One day, to them, our pain will come.

The pain in our Mother like that knife cuts deep,
God help her, like me, she cannot weep.

You cried out for help to those in power,
At best they were all a F...... shower.

You were ignored, lied to, lied about, maligned,
To your fate you were at last resigned.

Your last days were lived in total dread,
Until finally your heart it bled.

Upon the street where your body fell,
I hope those who helped not all burn in hell.

Your children struggle so much without you,
Especially the older two.

They long for their Mother's love so much,
Your tender voice, your gentle touch.

Our sister Patricia fights on since you fell,
Our debt to her, words can hardly tell.

Your love for us was so strong, so sweet,
Our hearts they ache with every beat.

Your missed dear Colette each & every day,
Your souls at peace now we hope & pray.

The world was a better place with you,
We treasure those years though precious few.

We hope finally, to with you re-unite,
Until that day day we will battle & fight.

Joseph Lynch

Exist for tomorrow

If murderers were not released To commit the crime again How many lives would be saved? How many would begin

The law does far too little To protect us from this crime And I would not be grieving With a messed up head of slime

I would have a sister To share my views and thoughts Instead of feeling numb And a brain full of noughts

I may even be more pleasant Smile at friend or foe And just the slightest chance To enjoy life, you know

All your friends may care But they don’t know how you think The things that irk you daily And how low your mind can sink

One minute not so bad The next really down How quick a friendly smile Can soon turn to a frown

If you have a friend like me A victim of this crime Ask them how they really are Give them some of your time

Don't shirk from the subject Don’t make it taboo Tell them how you love them And hope they love you too

One year, ten or twenty Even many more We victims feel the pain And cannot change the score

There's no life after murder Only pain and sorrow All we do is exist For the pain that’s there tomorrow

I Know You Sleep In Heaven.

I Know you sleep in Heaven, and up there dream of me. Waiting there for those you love, Until together we will be. I know that you're not lonely, in company of angels above. Watching over and protecting, those left behind you love.

Music is used with kind permission of Charlie Landsborough who wrote and sung "If Only"