Shawn Thomason
(1983-2001)
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just to say hello  / Charlane (mother)
i just wanted to say hello my darling shawn. mom misses you so much that words can't explain. I THOUGHT AS TIME WENT ON IT WOULD BE EASIER BUT IT ISN'T . YOU ARE IN MY THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS EVERY DAY. I TRY TO THINK OF ALLL THE GOOD TIMES BUT I AM REMINDED THAT YOU AREN'T HERE TO SHARE THE GOOD TIMES WITH. I KNOW THAT YOU ARE IN A BETTER PLACE BUT IT DOESN'T MAKE THINGS BETTER, I OFTEN WONDER WHAT IF THINGS HAD BEEN DIFFERENT. WHY COULDN'T IT HAVE BEEN ME TAKEN IN STEED OF YOU , BUT THEN IT WOULD BE YOU HURTING INSTEAD. I WOULDN'T WANT YOU TO HURT LIKE THIS, YOU ARE MY ANGEL AND MY WONDERFUL SON WHO NOONE COULD EVER REPLACE  IN MY HEART. UNTIL WE MEET ON THE OTHER SIDE WATCH OVER US AND KEEP US SAFE AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU FOR ALL THE MEMORIES AND MOMENTS YOU LEFT ME WITH, LOVE ALWAYS AND FOREVER MOM
10 TIPS TO HEALTHY GRIEVING  / Charlane Zigmond (mom)

10 Tips on Healthy Grieving

10 Tips for Healthy Grieving ---------------------------------------------------------------------- 1. Stay "connected" with someone. Find a trusted friend, pastor or counselor with whom you can be real. Speak what's on your mind and in your heart. If this feels one-sided, let that be okay for this period of your life. Chances are the other person will find meaning in what they're doing. And the time will come when you'll have the chance to be a good listener for someone else. You'll be a better listener then if you're a good talker now.

2. Don't be afraid to tell people what helps you and what doesn't. People around you may not understand what you need - so tell them. If you need more time alone, or assistance with chores you're unable to complete, or an occasional hug, be honest. People can't read your mind, so you'll have to speak it.

3. Invite someone to be your telephone buddy. If your grief and sadness hit you especially hard at times and you have no one nearby to turn to, ask someone you trust to be your telephone buddy. Ask their permission for you to call them whenever you feel you're in trouble, day or night. Then put their number beside your phone and call them if you need them.

4. Journal. Write out your thoughts, feelings and prayers. Be as honest as you can. In time, go back through your writings and notice how you're changing and growing. Write about that, too.

5. Write the person who died. Write a letter to your loved one, thoughts you wish you could express if they were present. This can be a key step in coming to terms with your feelings and bringing a degree of healing closure.

6. Consider a church or community grief support group. You were not created to be alone all the time. Gathering with others who've experienced similar loss can remove the isolation so often associated with grief.

7. Plant something living as a memorial. Plant a flower, a bush or a tree in memory of the one who died. Or plant several things. Do this ceremonially if you wish, perhaps with others present. If you do this planting where you live, you can watch it grow and change day by day, season by season. You can even make it a part of special times of remembrance in the future.

8. Give yourself permission to change some things. As soon as it seems right, alter some things in your home to make clear this significant change that has occurred. Rearrange a room or replace a piece of furniture or give away certain items that will never again be used. This doesn't mean to remove all signs of the one who died. But, preserving a "shrine" to your lost loved one can be harmful, in that it may not allow for the closure process to begin.

9. Allow yourself to laugh and cry. Sometimes something funny will happen to you, just like it used to. When that happens, go ahead and laugh if it feels funny to you. You won't be desecrating your loved one's memory. Crying goes naturally with grief. Tears well up and fall even when you least expect them. It may feel awkward to you, but this is not unusual for a person in your situation. A good rule of thumb is this: if you feel like crying, then cry.

10. Do something to help someone else. Step out of your own problems from time to time and devote your attention to someone else. Offer a gift or your service. Placing your focus on someone else will help you avoid the traps of self-pity and anger


IN MEMORY OF YOU  / Charlane Zigmond (mom)
I AM SO GLAD THAT YOUR BROTHER HAS LEFT YOU A TRIBUTE. I REMEMBER THAT WHEN IT HAPPENED. I WAS IN THE STANDS WATCHING PRACTICE. I REMEMBER WE HAD TO GO TO THE ER. FOR YOUR SHOULDER. BUT IT DIDN'T SEEM TO STOP YOU. WE ENJOY THE GOOD MEMORIES THAT YOU HAVE LEFT IN OUR HEARTS. YOU WHERE A SPECIAL YOUNG MAN WHO WE ALL LOVE. UNTIL WE CROSS TO THE OTHER SIDE, WATCH OVER US AND PROTECT US. LOVE YOU ALWAYS AND FOREVER MOM
cottontop / Michael Thomason (big bro )
We called him cottontop, because of the color of his hair. He was always trying to out do me in everything. He loved to compete, and had the attitude that anything you can do I can do better. We grew up playing football. It was drilled into our heads from our father. We played for blood. It wasnt a sport it was our way of letting out years of frustation! I remember his freshman year, my junior year. It was our first day to go full pads, and actually make contact. Now I already had a starting position as a linebacker, and my sole purpose in life was to hit somebody, it didnt matter big or small. All the freshmen got to choose who they wanted to tackle. All of them chose the smallest or weakest on the team. That is all of them but Shawn! He picked me, and I figured I would take it easy on him. He put me on my ass! So the next go around I put him on his ass!, and pinched a nerve in his shoulder. I was immediatly worried and concerned for him, he just shrugged it off thought. I asked him why he picked me? He said because your my brother, and I wanted you. That was probably the hardest I have ever been hit. BUT IT WAS DONE WITH LOVE! I'll never forget you, and wont listen to another metalica and not think about you, and wont throw another damn football, and not miss you!!! I'll be with you when it is time. I love you, Shane
please walk beside me  / Charlane Zigmond (mom)  Read >>
please walk beside me  / Charlane Zigmond (mom)
Please be gentle with me for I am grieving.
The sea I swim in is a lonely one, and the shore seems miles away.

Waves of despair numb my soul as
I struggle through each day.

My heart is heavy with sorrow.
I want to shout and scream and repeatedly ask, "WHY?"

At times, my grief overwhelms me,
and I weep bitterly, so great is my loss.

Please don't turn away or tell me to move on with my life.
I must embrace my pain before I can begin to heal.

Companion me through my tears and sit with me in loving silence.
Honor where I am in my journey, not where you think I should be.

Listen patiently to my story. I may need to tell it over and over again.
It's how I begin to grasp the enormity of my loss.

Nurture me through the weeks and months ahead.
Forgive me when I seem distant and inconsolable.

A small flame still burns within my heart,
and shared memories may trigger both laughter and tears.

I need your support and understanding.
There is no right or wrong way to grieve. I must find my own path.

Please, will you walk beside me?



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AN ANGELS KISS  / Charlane Zigmond   Read >>
AN ANGELS KISS  / Charlane Zigmond

                       AN ANGLE'S KISS....

We go through life so often,
not stopping to enjoy the
    day.
And we take each one for
    granted,
As we travel on our way.
For in your paing and sorrow,
An Angel's Kiss will help you
    through,
  This Kiss is very private,
For it is meant for only you.

We never stop to measure,
Anything we just might miss.
But if the wind should blow
    by softly,
You'll feel an Angel's Kiss.

A Kiss that is sent from
    heaven,
A Kiss from up above.
A Kiss that is very special,
From someone that you love.

So when, your hearts are
    heavy,
And filled with tears and
    pain,
And no one can console you,
Remember once again...

About the ones you grieve
    for,
Because you sadly miss.
And the gentle breeze you
    took for granted
Was just an Angel's Kiss.


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Grief / Charlane Zigmond (mom)  Read >>
Grief / Charlane Zigmond (mom)

My grief is like a river-
I have to let it flow
But I myself determine
Just where the banks will go.

Some day's the current takes me
In waves of guilt and pain,
But there are always quiet pools
Where I can rest again.

I crash on rocks of anger-
My faith seems faith indeed,
But there are other sweimmers
Who know that what I need

Are loving hands to hold me
when the waters are too swift,
and someone kind to listen
When I just seem to drift.

Grief's river is a process
of relinquishing the past.
by swimming in hope's channels
I'll reach the shore at last

 

 


 

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Time does not heal the loss of a child  / Charlane Zigmond (mom)  Read >>
Time does not heal the loss of a child  / Charlane Zigmond (mom)
time does not heal the loss of a child
you only learn how to live in denial
someday's  I feel  totally insane
cannot  control this emotional pain
 
whether one year two years or more
life will never be as it was before
just waking each day feels  like a task
cover up my sorrow ...  place on my mask
 
I am caught between reality and irrationality...
questioning my very  own mortality
Spent many moments with silent pleas
longing for when life was  totally care free
 
there are no words to describe  how this feels
I was given no  choice..just have  to deal
this pain continues day and night
with no reprieve ever in sight
 
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If I knew it was the last time  / Charlane Zigmond (mom)  Read >>
If I knew it was the last time  / Charlane Zigmond (mom)

If I knew it would be the last time
that I'd see you fall asleep,
I would tuck you in more tightly
and pray the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time
that I see you walk out the door,
I would give you a hug and kiss
and call you back for one more.
If I knew it would be the last time
I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,
I would videotape each action and word,
so I could play them back day after day.
If I knew it would be the last time,
I would spare an extra minute or two
to stop and say "I love you,"
instead of assuming you would know I do.
If I knew it would be the last time
I would be there to share your day,
Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,
so I can let just this one slip away.
For surely there's always tomorrow
to make up for an oversight,
and we always get a second chance
to make everything right.
There will always be another day
to say "I love you,"
and certainly there's another chance
to say our "Anything I can do's?"
But just in case I might be wrong,
and today is all I get,
I'd like to say how much I love you
and I hope we never forget,
tomorrow is not promised to anyone,
young or old alike.
And today may be the last chance you get
to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow,
why not do it today?
For if tomorrow never comes,
you'll surely regret the day
that you didn't take that extra time
for a smile, a hug, or a kiss,
and you were too busy to grant someone,
what turned out to be their one last wish.
So hold your loved ones close today,
whisper in their ear,
tell them how much you love them
and that you'll always hold them dear.
Take time to say "I'm sorry,"
"please forgive me," "thank you," or "it's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes,
you'll have no regrets about today.

I love yall


 

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when tomorow comes  / Charlane Zigmond (mom)  Read >>
when tomorow comes  / Charlane Zigmond (mom)

When tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see;
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All 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 that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;

 

But when tomorrow starts without me,
Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

 

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye, for all my life,
I'd always thought, I didn't want to die.

 

I had so much to live for,
So much yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

 

I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all the love we shared,
And all the fun we had.

 

If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for awhile,
I'd say good-bye and kiss you
And maybe see you smile.

 

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.

 

And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when i did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

 

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,

 

He said "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you."
Today for life on earth is past,
But here it starts anew.

 

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day's the same way
There's no longing for the past.

 

But you have been so faithful,
So trusting and so true.
Though there were times
you did some things,
You knew you shouldn't do.

 

But you have been forgiven
And now at last you're free.
So won't you take my hand
And share my life with me?

 

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right here, in your heart

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HE WAS A DAREDEVIL  / Charlane Zigmond (mother)  Read >>
HE WAS A DAREDEVIL  / Charlane Zigmond (mother)
SHAWN WAS ALSWAYS GOING THE FASTEST ON THE DIRTBIKES ALWAYS HAVING THE FOURWHEELER WRECKS SKIDDING A CROSS THE HIGHWAY ON HIS DIRT BIKE SHAWN STARTED HIS SUMMER OFF TO A BANG HIS FRESHMAN YEAR. SCHOOL HAD JUST GOTTEN OUT FOR THE SUMMER WHEN I GOT A PHONE CALL AT WORK FROM SHAWN. HE WAS SO COOL, HE SAID MOM YOU NEED TO COME HOME, WHY I ASKED HIS REPLY" I WRECKED THE 4 WHEELER AND YOU NEED TO COME HOME NOW. I ONLY WORKED 1 MILE FROM THE HOUSE, I DROVE UP AND SURE ENOUGH HE NEEDED TO GO TO THE HOSPITAL ,ON THE WAY {17 MILES TO HOSPITAL} I ASKED HIM HOW HE WRECKED, HIS REPLY GOING UP DEAD MANS HILL. HE WAS NOT SUPPOSE TO TRY TO CLIMB THIS BECAUSE IT WAS DANGEROUS, HE DID AND HE BROKE HIS NOSE , 12 STICHES IN HIS FORHEAD, TWO BLACK EYES, CRACKED A FEW RIBS, AND HE WANTED TO GET BACK ON THAT 4 WHEELER THE NEXT DAY, I HAVE MORE STORIES Close
dedicated to josh johnson love vicky joshnson  / vicky johnson   Read >>
dedicated to josh johnson love vicky joshnson  / vicky johnson
I sit here crying through the night.
> Wondering why things never work out right.
> I ask, Is it me or just my destiny?
> Someone, anyone, please answer me!
>
> I try to have Hope and Faith in all I do.
> Only to have bittersweet reality shatter my view.
> Is this the way life's supposed to be?
> Someone, anyone, help me change my view!
>
> Hope and Faith where are you now?
> I need you, I want you, please show me how!
> Someone, anyone, please help me find them now!
>
> If only I had a rock, something or someone to hold on to.
> Who would love me and shelter me from this pain.
> Oh, the storm is growing so violent and the pain is so
> deep.
> I feel so weak and all alone.
> Someone, anyone please help me before I turn to stone!
>
> A stone is so cold and alone.
> That's not me or who I want to be!
> Oh please someone, anyone please help me be free!
> vicky johnson written for josh johnson Close
one more day with you  / Charlane (mom)  Read >>
one more day with you  / Charlane (mom)
One More Day Last night I had a crazy dream A wish was granted just for me It could be for anything I didn't ask for money Or a mansion in Malibu I simply wished, for one more day with you One more day One more time One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied But then again I know what it would do Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl Then I'd unplug the telephone And keep the TV off I'd hold you every second Say a million I love you's That's what I'd do, with one more day with you Leave me wishing still, for one more day Leave me wishing still, for one more day By: Diamond Rio Close
site to visit  / Charlane   Read >>
site to visit  / Charlane
I Kissed My Son Goodbye ~ Honoring our military~ Click Here Now
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poem shared with support gruop mom  / Charlane   Read >>
poem shared with support gruop mom  / Charlane
We Remember Them In the rising of the sun and in the going down, In the blowing of the wind and the chill of winter, In the opening buds and the rebirth of spring, We remember them. In the blueness of the sky and the warmth of summer, In the rustling of leaves and the beauty of autumn, In the beginning of the year and when it ends, We remember them. In the phases of the moon, and brilliance of stars, In the ebbing and flowing of the tide, In the thunder of a storm and in a rainbow, We remember them. In the laughter of children, In the generosity of strangers, In whispering strains of music, We remember them. At all these times and in all these places, With all our love and all our thoughts, So long as we live, they too shall live, For they are always a part of us, And we remember them. Close
a poem send to one of the support groups angel moms2  / Charlane Zigmond (om)  Read >>
a poem send to one of the support groups angel moms2  / Charlane Zigmond (om)
We Remember Them In the rising of the sun and in the going down, In the blowing of the wind and the chill of winter, In the opening buds and the rebirth of spring, We remember them. In the blueness of the sky and the warmth of summer, In the rustling of leaves and the beauty of autumn, In the beginning of the year and when it ends, We remember them. In the phases of the moon, and brilliance of stars, In the ebbing and flowing of the tide, In the thunder of a storm and in a rainbow, We remember them. In the laughter of children, In the generosity of strangers, In whispering strains of music, We remember them. At all these times and in all these places, With all our love and all our thoughts, So long as we live, they too shall live, For they are always a part of us, And we remember them. Close
for joey's mom in memory of her angel she wrote this for him  / Charlane (mom)  Read >>
for joey's mom in memory of her angel she wrote this for him  / Charlane (mom)
Grief...No Relief Tear...just appear Pain...Must Contain Heart....Torn Apart Friends....It offends Life...Like a Knife Fear...Always near Thoughts...So Distraught Mask...It's a Task Heal...Never Feel Lost...To exhaust Light... Brings Delight IN memory of Joey Sorenson Lyndie Sorenson copyright May 2005 Close
http://littleladyle.-tripod.com / Carolyn Le (Friend of mom. )  Read >>
http://littleladyle.-tripod.com / Carolyn Le (Friend of mom. )
I am so sorry you lost you son Shawn.I know the heart ache of lossing your precious child.  I wish I could comfort you.  God Bless,Carolyn. Close
YOUR GOING TO BE A UNCLE AGAIN  / CHARLANE (MOM)  Read >>
YOUR GOING TO BE A UNCLE AGAIN  / CHARLANE (MOM)
FOUND OUT THAT YOU ARE TO BE A UNCLE AGAIN. YOUR BROTHER SHANE AND HIS WIFE ARE HAVING ANOTHER BABY. IT IS TIMES LIKE THIS I SHOULD BE OVER JOYED BUT ALL I CAN FEEL IS SAD. I WILL NEVER HAVE THAT JOY FROM YOU. I KNOW YOU LOVED CHILDREN AND WANTED A HOUSE FULL, I WANTED THAT FOR YOU TOO. I WANTED A HOUSE FULL OF GRANDKIDS YOU WOULD HAVE BEEN SUCH A WONDERFUL FATHER, WATCH OVER YOUR BROTHER'S AS THEY RAISE THEIR FAMILIES . I LOVE YOU SON AND MISS YOU UNTIL WE MEET ON THE OTHER SIDE UGS AND KISSES ALWAYS AND FOREVER MOM Close
poem wrote to one of the webrings angel from their mom  / Webring   Read >>
poem wrote to one of the webrings angel from their mom  / Webring
This pain I call grief has me living in total disbelief Wishing it would go away Then wondering how long will it stay The pain is deep within my soul It has taken such a terrible toll Just like a cancer eating away at me Anyone experiencing it would surely agree The loss of a child is beyond earthly words We bring the pain totally inwards No one seems to care about us The ones left here feeling useless As the sun does rise each morning The tears that greet without a warning Continue on all through the day They will never go away All we ask is to be understood I believe if you tried you truly could Imagine how it would feel for you To be among the chosen few in loving memory of Joey copyright 05 Close
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