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My Son......My Son.....My Hero
On October 1st, 1956, I looked
into your beautiful sweet face for the first time and on
February 20th, 2005, I looked at your sweet face for the last
time. As you were getting ready to go to the gym, you walked
down the stairs and stepped into eternity, right into the arms
of God. We know you're in a better place, but our lives are so
empty without you. There's an empty place at the table, an
empty place in your chair, an empty place in your bed, an empty
place in the driveway, an empty place at your job and your
family feels empty without your loving arms.
Joey, Joey, when I think of
you, I think of the poem "IF" by Rudyard Kipling, and I quote -
"If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth
of distance run, your is the earth and everything that's in it
and - which is more - you'll be a man, my son."
You were a very special son,
and a very special man - you cast a big shadow. I'll be missing
you and loving you for the rest of my life - so - this song's
for you "I'll Be Seeing You."
Love, Your Mother
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IF
If you can keep
your head when all about you are losing theirs,
and blaming it on you;
If you can trust
yourself when all men doubt you, but make
allowances for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting, or being lied about, don't deal in lies; Or being hated, don't give way to hating and yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise; If you can dream and not make dreams your masters; If you can think and not make thoughts your aim; If you can meet with triumph and disaster and treat those two imposters just the same; If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools; Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken, and stoop and build 'em up with worn out tools; If you can make one head of all you winnings and risk it on one turn of pitch and toss;
And lose, and
start again at your beginnings and never breathe
a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew to serve your turn long after they are gone; And so hold on when there is nothing in you except the will which says to them, "hold on." If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue or walk with kings, and not lose the common touch; If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you; ]If all men count with you, but none too much; If you can fill the unforgiving minute with sixty seconds worth of distance run, Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it; And, which is more, you'll be a man, my son.
Rudyard Kipling
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