27 September 2019
Raven Feather Received. Love You.
28 July 2016
I’ll always remember you!!
Colony Campbell <firstname.lastname@example.org>
21 February 2015
In memory of my daughter
Phil Curry (email@example.com)
24 Sept, 2011
Hello my beautiful daughter angel. It’s just daddy, 15 years today. I miss you so much. But know you still exist. I see you from time to time in the Beauty of this world. We share a thought when I see the miracle that is a sunrise, or the innocense of a childs eyes. You are all around me, everyday and everynight. Thankyou for your presense it gives me strength to carry on. I love you “honey, baby, sweetie pie” love always and forever, your daddy xx
14 May, 2008
She had a whole life in front of her but some people will never respect anything.All they want is money, money and more money.They will never know the feeling of loving something and then losing that. And this is because they are so selfish to understand.It is really tragical to know that little angels are losing their lives because of people who care about nothing but their “money”. Whisper Curry will always be there for people who loved her and were close to her in every difficult moment of her (unfortunately short) life and I am sure that she will protect them as an angel would. This poem was written in order to make people who feel sad about a loss, feel better.
I stood by your bed last night, I came to have a peep
I could see that you were crying, You found it hard to sleep.
I whined to you softly as you brushed away a tear,
“It’s me, I haven’t left you, I’m well, I’m fine, I’m here”
I was close to you at breakfast, I watched you as you pour the tea,
You were thinking of the many times, your hands reached down to me.
I was with you at the shops today, your arms were getting sore.
I longed to take your parcels, I wish I could do more.
I was with you at my grave today, you tend it with such care.
I want to reassure you, that I’m not lying there.
I walked with you toward the house, as you fumbled for your key.
I gently put my paw on you, I smiled and said “It’s me.”
You looked so very tired, as you sank into a chair.
I tried so hard to let you know, that I was standing there.
It’s possible for me, to be so near you every day.
To say to you with certainty, “I never went away.”
You sat there very quietly, then smiled, I think you knew..
In the stillness of that evening, I was very close to you.
The day is over…I smile and watch you yawning
And say “goodnight, God bless, I’ll see you in the morning.”
And when the time is right for you to cross the brief divide,
I’ll rush across to greet you and we’ll stand side by side,
I have so many things to show you, there is so much for you to see
Be patient, live your journey out…then come home to be with me.
Rest in peace.
24 September, 2006
Today is the tenth year since you left. I cannot say I have ever not had a day spent with thinking, feeling or wanting to be with you. Your brother again spent the day with me, comforting and continuing his faithful love. We miss you so much, love you so very much. Always in my heart always on my mind always with my soul. Forever your mother. Carmen
“Jackson Plant” (firstname.lastname@example.org)
05 December, 2003
I was really touched about your daughter. I wish that I had known her but I know that she is happy now.
04 March, 2003
Visiting a family member I happened on Whisper’s memorial and I believe I was guided to it. I as a mother will cherish every moment, day, month, year that God grants me with my son. I can not imagine the loss and the grief suffered by Whisper’s mother. May God grant her peace knowing that her daughter lives within her heart every day until they both meet again. Thank you Whisper for reminding me how fortunate I am.
“Eiben, Bob” (Bob_Eiben@icgcomm.com)
09 October, 2002
I am truly sorry. She sounds like the most wonderful daughter you could ever wish for. God will bring you together again.
“Eiben, Bob” (Bob_Eiben@icgcomm.com)
22 October, 2001
Thoughts are forever, timeless.
“Lesire Jean-Marc” (email@example.com)
06 October, 2001
I leave you some flowers in the hoop that you are happy where you are now. Give courage to your family, my thoughts are with them. Patricia Vanneste-Belguim
“The May family” (firstname.lastname@example.org)
05 June, 2001
May God grant you his peace.
“Connie Bost” (email@example.com)
18 November, 2000
As I slowly turned the pages of this electronic memorial I was forever changed by the sharing of your pain. I read through the messages and knew that although everyone that had left a message had been genuine in their giving not one could understand … But until you walk a mile in my shoes… I will not be so arrogant to compare the lose of my father to the lose of your daughter… I am here only to compare the false hope and tragedy of organ transplantation. My father had a heart transplant Dec 29th 1986, in days, months and years he died 5 years, 9 months and 17day’s later, but in Quality of life he died Dec 29th, 1986, We too were given false promises and hope, only to have this wonderful human being tortured before being jerked from our grasp! They developed procedures and protocol but leave the soul to mind itself. How do we grieve? They said it would be ok… They never mentioned the continual ups and downs and the problems caused by the medicines and the CMV and the anger caused by Prednizone… until you walk a mile in my shoes… I grieve for your Whisper
04 August, 2000
For Whisper Lev Curry and her mother,
May the universe hold you in its palm and comfort you both until you can be together again. My love goes out to you.
31 May, 1999
I share your pain of loosing a daughter. May you find peace in this life. You will be together again.
“Michael Uhlman” (firstname.lastname@example.org)
31 May, 1999
I would like to leave flowers. Thank you very much.
27 April, 1999
I was so touched by how you shared your broken heart with us. I, too, have lost a child, and I know about the depth of pain you feel. I’ve often thought about the fact that there is a very long and wide procession of us, all parents, all going along the same path in somewhat the same direction, but each carrying a heavy load that cannot be truly shared by any of the others. Our pain, although similar to pain felt by many, is ours alone. The comfort is is knowing there are others nearby who have opened their hearts to us because they know. They offer hope and a helping hand. How precious that is. As time goes on, I realize also how very precious is my own life, and that I dare not waste it in deep depression, regret and undue sorrow. And, surprisingly, I have found joy in the midst of sorrow, as I know you must have too. This bouquet is for Whisper, but especially for your encouragement, Mom.
24 April, 1999
To Whisper’s Mom, I just wanted to tell you that I, too lost a daughter because I “listened” to the experts. Why do people say “lost”?. We didn’t “lose” our daughters, they put them in the ground in a grave and covered them up with soil…..We didn’t LOSE them, we know where they are, and that is why we will never the rest of our lives, be normal again. We made mistakes. We “lost” our daughers (mine in 1998), but it is not our fault. We HAVE to stop blaming ourselves. The pain of the loss is more than we can bear, we must let go of some of the rest. We trusted the wrong people, but when we were grasping at straws to keep our daughters, how can we blame ourselves? As to the blaming of the ones that LET our daughters die, God will take care of them, in his own way. We don’t have to do it for him.. Pray for my peace, and I will for yours……….They took our daughter’s lives, we can’t let them take ours too….N
2 September, 1998
To Whisper’s Mom:
Your memorial touched my heart and I wanted to say a few thoughts to you…. I am very sorry for your loss, Mom… I can only imagine your pain… It’s very difficult embracing the stages of death….denial, anger, acceptance I my Mom last year and the hardest part is moving on… I don’t think you ever do…I breakdown at the oddest times…Could be just doing a routine task like making dinner…Guess I know how you feel…I still feel like a Zombie and numb but you still have a son…and you will help each other move on… We need not ask why this has happened because no one has ever came back to tell us…You have great memories and her legacy will live on through you! You named your daughter Whisper so I expect she was a very gentle quiet girl. So when you feel blue..just call her name…she will be right there with you…. She’s eternal in your heart, forever… Memories are the only comfort we have.
2 September, 1998
I am at a loss after reading your memorial. It has plagued me because of the pain you, the mother, feel. Yet I am feeling for the son you have left and wonder about his double loss—sister and mother. I wish I had a magical answer for you that would ease your doubts and pain. I wonder how you could have had any other choices but the ones you had. Would Whisper have lived had you done nothing? You did what you thought best and there is no fault in that. One can see by your pain that your only desire was to have Whisper live, so the choices you made were with a mother’s heart, and that cannot be wrong. I too have made the choices and have lost a loved one and hindsight can tear us up, but we do what we do out of love—that can never be wrong. Our children are gifts, lent to us for a time, and you have 2 of those gifts. One is gone away from you and the other remains. You can do nothing more for Whisper now, but you can rejoice in your son and hold him with both hands, because you know loss and the value of a child. Whisper is with the Lord now and he will meet her needs, the boy is with you and I am sure needs you desperately. He too is a special gift and if you were to lose him to death it would devastate you, so do not lose him to your grief over Whisper. Be the mother you were chosen to be, and be strong for your son. May God be with you and ease your pain. Life is fleeting for us all, so grab onto the joys it still holds for you and rejoice in what you still have. I love the name -Whisper- it is soft and gentle, as I am sure your daughter was. A Whisper has not grown into a full sound as your daughter had not grown into adulthood. She was a gift you held for a while, your son is a gift you still have. God bless you all. Louise DeMeule
John Leonard (email@example.com)
26 May, 1998
I’m very sorry for your loss. I encourage you to have faith in the one true God, and you will see Whisper again when your time has come to leave this world. This is not all there is.
WENDY L. (WL243695@webtv.net)
08 May, 1998
I would like to say on behalf of the family that I hope you are doing as good as you can without what seemed to me this wonderful child that was so wrongfully taken. I read your dedication and I finished sobbing. I want to say that I know how it feels, but honestly I don’t. I just wanted you to know that even though I am a stranger that I was deeply touched.
My Prayers Are With You!!!
Diane Ditto (firstname.lastname@example.org)
06 April, 1998
I am so sorry for your loss, I too lost a son to heart defects. You’re missing the joy of your son by mourning your daughter so completely. Please stop blaming yourself and accept the fact that if God wanted her then, he would take her by another means if necessary, and turn to the task of Loving your son and letting him know he has worth in himself, not just as Whisper’s brother. He needs your love and attention now! May God bless you and help you in this task! Share the LOVE!
Pico Rivera Department of Public Safety (email@example.com)
14 March, 1998
On behalf of the Catholic Peace Officers Association, please allow me to extend our most Heartfelt and sincerest sympathies to you. GOD truly must have been lonely and called your angel to stay at his side. May God Bless You.
13 March, 1998
May God be with you and your son.
Carol Covell (firstname.lastname@example.org)
7 March, 1998
Death is nothing. It does not count. I have only slipped away in the next room. Nothing has happened. Everything remains exactly as it was. I am I, and you are you; and the old life that we lived so fondly together is untouched, unchanged. Whatever we were to each other, that we are still.
Call me by the old familiar name. Speak of me in the easy way that you always did. Put no difference into your tone. Wear no forced air of solemnity or sorrow. Laugh as we always laughed at the little jokes that we enjoyed together. Play, smile, think of me, pray for me.
Let my name be ever the household word that it always was. There is absolute and unbroken continuity. What is death but a negligible accident. Why should I be out of mind because I’m out of sight? I am waiting for you—for an interval somewhere very near, just around the corner. All is well.
Larry & Michelle Davis (email@example.com)
30 January, 1998
I’m so sorry about your daughter, she is beautiful. I only have one son, and I couldn’t imagine him leaving this earth before me, and wonder how I would survive. Try to be strong, and know that I pray for you and your family, and that you will somehow find comfort. May The Lord Be With You!
“Mr. & Mrs. Wade” (firstname.lastname@example.org)
24 January, 1998
I just want you to know that God heals all your hurts and wounds. Put your faith in him and he will guide you through. For he has told us in his word, that it is a time appointed for us that we may be born and die. Your monument to your daughter left me crying. She is and will always be very beautiful. May God bless you.
Peter Ashley (email@example.com)
7 January, 1998
May u find peace
15 December, 1997
May God Bless