
Men Don't Cry
I heard quite often "men dont cry"
though no one ever told me why.
So when I fell and skinned a knee,
no one came by to comfort me.
And when some bully-boy at school
would pull a prank so mean and cruel,
Id quickly learn to turn and quip,
"It doesnt hurt," and bite my lip.
So as I grew to reasoned years,
I learned to stifle any tears.
Though "Be a big boy" it began,
quite soon I learned to "Be a man."
And I could play that stoic role
while storm and tempest wracked my
soul.
No pain or setback could there be
could wrest one single tear from me.
Then one long night I stood nearby
and helplessly watched my son die.
And quickly found, to my surprise,
that all that tearless talk was lies.
And still I cry, and have no shame.
I cannot play that "big boy" game.
And openly, without remorse,
I let my sorrow takes its course.
So those of you who cant abide
a man youve seen whos often cried,
reach out to him with all your heart
as one whose lifes been torn apart.
For men DO cry when they can see
their loss of immortality.
And tears will come in endless
streams
when mindless fate destroys their
dreams.
Ken has been a member of the
Northwest Connecticut Chapter of
The Compassionate Friends
Since this month is June and it will be Fathers day this month I thought I would write about fathers and grieving. I know Men and women grieve differently and I thought writing about this may help women understand what their husband is going though dealing with his grief with losing a child. This is what I have witnessed in the 6 years of my grieving process. With my husband when our daughter passed he held on to me trying to be strong for me and when he felt like he needed to cry he would slip off to the bedroom and shut the door and want to be by his self. With me it was different I wanted people around me. He tried to be strong for me and my boys but he was hurting so deeply over losing his little girl. Fathers feel like they have to be strong and the protector of the family, he felt like he had failed in a way he wasn't able to protect his little girl. Even after 6 years he will still slip into the bedroom when he needs time to his self and I give him his space because I know that's how he is handling his grief. Understanding how each other handle the grief will help your marriage. Talk to each other and find out how each other feel respect his grieving process because he is hurting to.
A letter from his angel
Hello Dad
I wanted you to know that I'm here with you on Father's Day. You may not be able to see me but I am here. I know you can feel my presence as I gently kiss you face. Please don't cry dad I'm holding your hand. I wish you could see me on this Father's day you would see the love that I have on my face for you, but I know you can feel the love it is so strong. Know that I watch over you everyday from Heaven but on this fathers day i wanted to be right here with you. I know this has been so hard for you, you always trying to be the strong one. Just lean on me Dad today you don't have to be the strong one I will hold you up. I will always love you Dad and thank you for all you have done. My love will always be strong for you so when you are feeling down hold on to that love. we will see each other again someday and what a beautiful day that will be. Happy Fathers Day Dad.
Love, Your angel in Heaven
The month of June brings Father's Day. I know this is a hard day for father's who have lost a child. I watch Mike and see how he hurts missing Shane. He tries to hide his pain because he knows the girls are trying to make it a special day for him, but we know he feels things aren't complete. So we try and include Shane in the day. This year, we are making Mike a shadowbox frame with special photos of him and Shane and small things that meant something to the two of them. It will be a gift from all of us, the gift will be made by me, Jennie and Laurie and the memories are a gift from Shane.
I would like to thank everyone for the prayers and support during the last few weeks while we were waiting for my daughter Jennie's tests results to come back and for celebrating with us when the news we got was good. I don't know what I would have done without all of you. When we were told she might have Lupus on top of her kidney disease, I felt so hopeless, lost and scared, but I never felt alone. Thank you all.
With the month of June comes the celebration of Father’s Day but for those of us who have lost a child, it will no longer be much of a celebration. Dad’s are suffering from their loss too and many times they feel they are not allowed to grieve like us Moms. Society has taught them to hold their emotions in and be strong for everyone else. They are told from a very young age that if they cry they will be called a sissy. They feel the need to be “macho”. Hopefully this attitude is slowly changing but in the meantime, let’s help our grieving guys deal with their feelings this Father’s Day. This website may help:
www.missfoundation.org/family/index.html
Following are a couple of poems I wanted to share while wishing all of our Angel Dads a peaceful day this June 17th
My Dad is a Survivor
My dad is a survivor too...
which is no surprise to me.
He's always been like a lighthouse
that helps you cross a stormy sea.
But, I walk with my dad each day
to lift him when he's down.
I wipe the tears he hides from others.He cries when no one's around.
I watch him sit up late at night,
with my picture in his hand.
He cries as he tries to grieve alone,
and wishes he could understand.
My dad is like a tower of strength.
He's the greatest of them all~!
But there's times when he needs to cry...
Please be there when he falls.
Hold his hand or pat his shoulder...
and tell him it's okay.
Be his strength when he's sad,
Help him mourn in his own way.
Now, as I watch over my precious dad
from the Heaven's up above...
I'm so proud that he's a survivor...
And, I can still feel his love~!
Thank You Daddy
You were strong
when I was weak
You talked for me
when I couldn't speak
You held me tight
when I shed my tears
And held me close
to take away my fears.
You made me laugh
when I wanted to play
You gave me strength
to get thru another day
You encouraged me
to try my best
you told me "SON
I'll do the rest."
So, thank you Daddy
for all you've done
Because of you
I knew I was Loved.
Now I've gone on
to Heaven above
I'll be smiling down on you
With undying Love.
Memories of Memorial Day
The most wonderful gifts that I have received from my family are memories. I never seem to tire of them, and you can always seem to find a memory that fits. This Memorial Day weekend, Jim, Matt and I were headed to Maryland for the Potomac Soccer Tournament. This is probably the next to last Memorial Day weekend like this. Matt is a junior in high school and this chapter of my life is nearing a close.
We have made a similar trip to Maryland or Virginia for at least half of the last 16 years, but the first trip of this kind was because of Michael. Michael was playing travel soccer for Coach Kamm. They had all had high hopes when the season began in September, but by the time April was rolling around, Coach Kamm had announced that he was throwing in the towel. Nothing seemed to be going the way he thought it should. They were losing and he was not going to continue the agony. However, he had told the boys that he was going to enter them in the Virginian on Memorial Day weekend. He said he had promised them this trip and he did not want anyone disappointed. The USSR was sending teams as well, so this was truly an international tournament.
We had to roll out of bed at 4am to get to the field in time for the first game. I quickly changed Matt’s diaper, and put him in the car seat. He was 11 months old. Chris, all of 7 at the time, had to be dragged out of bed. Mike was eager, but a little tired as well. Adam, who was 16, was staying home. Off the five of us went on our first real travel soccer tournament. We pulled up to the fields after more than four hours on the road. Thank God, we didn’t have to play! It was early, but already warming up quite a bit. The southern teams were prepared with big sprayers filled with water. We were not. We were obviously the rookies.
No one expected this little team to win. Some of the parents had flown into Washington, DC and rented cars. They checked into the hotel Friday evening and were checking out on Sunday morning, only to find out that the team was advancing. They had to check back in. Their plans of going on to Kings Dominion were being eroded by the success that the team was having. Why the change? Well, for some reason Coach Kamm had decided or was forced to put Michael in goal. I can’t tell you why. I don’t think he had ever played that position before. But, they had one success after another and the joy and pride on his face at helping his team push on and be successful is something I will never forget. We found our sons playing in the finals on Memorial Day 1991, at a military base. The grass was lush. The weather was beautiful and the little team that had not been a team, had come together. Something had clicked. I cannot tell you whether or not they “won” the final game. More important victories were had that weekend and those are the ones I remember most.
I sat in our car in 2007, now just the three of us, longing for the chaos and excitement of those days 16 years ago. Yet I am grateful that I still have a reason to be traveling this road. It was a great weekend of soccer, sleeping, dining out, touring college campuses, washing uniform parts in the hotel and capping off the weekend with a stop at the M&T Bank Stadium in Baltimore to enjoy the NCAA Division I finals in lacrosse-Duke vs. Johns Hopkins.
I confessed to Matt as we pulled into the driveway on Monday evening that I would probably have to rent a kid after he went to college. He laughed! I think he had fun too. That first trip is too long ago for him to remember, but I will always have it and we have made similar memories with Chris and Matt. Someday, Jim and I will make that trip just to dust off the many memories our family has given us.
Hello to everyone..I have been working for about 2 hours trying to come up with something about memories. Since this section of the newsletter is about our Angel's memories I wanted to add something to explain what a Memory is. I have looked through 7 dictionaries and still couldn't find exactly what I was wanting to use as a definition. Then it hit me the old hymn that is not sung much anymore but it still has a great meaning to it. So I would like to share the words of this hymn to those of you who may never have heard it and to the ones who do...God Bless!!
Precious Memories
Precious memories, unseen angels
Sent from somewhere to my soul
How they linger, ever near me
And the sacred scenes unfold.
Precious memories, how they linger
How they ever flood my soul
In the stillness of the midnight
Precious, sacred scenes unfold.
Precious father, loving mother
Fly across the lonely years
And old home scenes of my childhood
In fond memory appear.
In the stillness of the midnight
Echoes from the past I hear
Old-time singing, gladness bringing
From that lovely land somewhere.
I remember mother praying
Father, too, on bended knee
Sun is sinking, shadows falling
But their prayers still follow me.
As I travel on life's pathway
Know not what the years may hold
As I ponder, hope grows fonder
Precious memories flood my soul.
This month Angel Mom Donna shares her Memory of Angel Paul
I have avoided this for so long! I have so many wonderful memories of my Paul!! As I have pondered this subject many things have graced my mind. What I treasure the most is July 3rd 2005. Paul had left for college Feb 26th 05 to FL.The two of us had discussed whether or not he should go. His father had died suddenly on Nov 26th 04 of a heart attack! Paul was there with him. He experienced many guilty feelings over not being able to save his Dad ! He was questioning whether or not he should go ahead with his college plans. I adamantly expressed his dad would want him to go! He did... Come July we decided we would fly him home for the holiday weekend! He was so excited, as were we! He was flying from Daytona with a lay over in Atlanta. He only had till the morning of the 6th. That only gave him less than 36 hours before he had to be back in class!! Well his flight became grounded in Atlanta and his only choice was to spend most of his time he had there in the airport! Lindsay suggested he try and get as close to Indianapolis as he could and said she would drive wherever to get him ! He got a flight to Dayton,Ohio early July 4th. Lindsay drove there to meet him. We had our grandson Dayon and needed to go to work. So we made arrangements to meet Lins and Paul at a Burger King near our clients house. It was around 10 am that morning. When Lins and Paul pulled up I jumped straight out of the car to meet them!!! Paul sprang from the car and picked me up !!! Swirled me around, and around !! Kissing me and telling me how much he loved me and missed me ! I had not realized before that moment my baby boy was able to lift me up that way !!!!! That was the last time we embraced before he died. When he was to leave on the 6th he stopped by and said goodbye. Erin his girlfriend was taking him to the airport. Today when I think of my Angel... I cherish most, that wonderful greeting I got that last time we embraced!!
Donna Angel Paul's Mom
Paul's Page
Please send Memory to
dianaandharold@bellsouth.net
Thanks Diana
Memory Binder
Transform a vinyl loose-leaf binder into a beautiful memory book using nothing but your imagination and a few basic supplies.
Supplies: binder; felt; scissors; ruler; pins; glue; rickrack; scalloping scissors; decorative paper
1. Lay the open binder on the felt, and wrap the felt around both covers, marking the points where it abuts the metal binder measure on each side. Allowing 3/8 inch extra on the top and the bottom, cut the felt to size. Put the binder aside. Fold the right and left sides of the felt back in to meet the marks, and pin to keep in place. Cut two pieces of rickrack to the exact length of the open binder cover. Letting half its scalloped edge peek out, glue the rickrack to the inside edge of the cover's top and bottom (the rickrack's glued edge will be sandwiched between two felt layers except at the binder's spine).
2. For an interior pocket, use scallop shears to cut a piece of felt about half the height of the cover and 3/4 inch narrower than its width. Stitch the pocket to the cover's left inside face, making sure not to stitch through the front, outer cover.
3. Machine-sew continuous seams 1/8 inch in from the top and the bottom edges of the cover. Embroider baby's initial and birthdate on the front cover. Fold binder covers back, and slip them into the jacket.
4. Using the binder's dividers as templates, cut new dividers from decorative paper. Fill your binder with mementos, such as crayon rubbings of spoons and combs on tissue paper; add zipper sleeves to hold memorabilia and small treasures.
Acts Of Kindness
The Act Of Kindness Award will be given to an AngelMom that was nominated for their kindness and thoughtfulness. It will not be a contest, it is "Thank You" kind of award. Anyone can be nominated. If someone has touched your heart by doing something special, please nominate them by emailing Loni. There is no exclusions, everyone is included. We will list each member that has received an Award.
Acts of Kindness for the month of May were presend to
Joanie Harris "Wedgie" by Reeny Fitzer
Angel Mom's Acts of Kindness

Remembering Father's Day
The United States is one of the few countries in the world that has an official day on which fathers are honored by their children. On the third Sunday in June, fathers all across the United States are given presents, treated to dinner, or otherwise made to feel special. While the origin of Father's Day is not clear – many believe it was Mrs. John B. Dodd, of Washington, who first proposed the idea of a "father's day" in 1909. Mrs. Dodd wanted a special day to honor her father, William Smart. William Smart, a Civil War veteran, was widowed when his wife (Mrs. Dodd's mother) died in childbirth with their sixth child. Mr. Smart was left to raise the newborn and his other five children by himself on a rural farm in eastern Washington State. It was after Mrs. Dodd became an adult that she realized the strength and selflessness her father had shown in raising his children as a single parent.
The first Father's Day was then officially observed on June 19, 1910 in Spokane, Washington. At about the same time in various town and cities across America, other people were beginning to also celebrate a "father's day." In 1924 President Calvin Coolidge supported the idea of a national Father's Day; but it wasn't until 1966, that President Lyndon Johnson signed a presidential proclamation declaring the third Sunday of June as the 'official' Father's Day.
Today Father's Day has become a day to not only honor your father, but all men who act as a father figure. Stepfathers, uncles, grandfathers, and adult male friends are all to be honored on Father's Day. Our hope within this holiday, as children, is that we recognize the sacrifices made for us by our parents, namely our fathers. The father or patriarch of a family is often seen as the source of strength and support through all times – both good and bad.
During present day, we have experienced an evolution of the family. No longer does the American household necessarily embody the 1950's ideal of the nuclear family system, father, mother, 2.5 kids, and a dog. Life and society have changed our perceptions of what may be deemed "necessary" for a family to exist and thrive, and with this realization we still wish to seek out the men in our lives to honor them and the many deeds that they perform. Father's Day is a time of celebration and love, but for some it can also be a time of great heartache. Father's Day can be a particularly sad day for those of us who have lost a father figure or for those fathers who have lost a child. For these reasons, Father's Day can often be a day filled with sadness and grief, rather than joy and celebration.
When child loss occurs, for some reason most of the sympathy expressed is pointed in the direction of the mother of the child. Maybe the feeling is that mothers mourn losses more or perhaps the reasoning is that fathers are the stronger parent figure. The reality is that fathers grieve the death of their child too, and they need support during this difficult and lonely time. Because men by nature are the ones who "fix" problems, fathers often look at grief as a fixable problem. A man may withhold his feelings of pain, and will instead work long hours away from home, or will think of work projects to keep his time occupied. Many men are not as social as women and do not seem to need as much social interaction as women. Therefore during these difficult times and days, many men can find it a great support to privately journal their feelings when child loss occurs. This can also be a beneficial activity for the child who is missing their father, but does not know how to express these feelings long after the initial shock and grief have passed (Hinton, 2004). What is found to be difficult for a man or child to verbalize can often be more easily expressed on paper. Journaling thoughts can be a good outlet to a person during the personal emotional adjustment of child or parent loss.
"Hands on" work is another positive way of working through grief and loss. For example, engaging in a commemorative work project may be a way of expressing feelings. A father or child may choose to do something positive such as build a special photo box or bookshelves that will hold pictures and other remembrances of the loved one who has died.
It is important to recognize that fathers and children go through emotional upheavals during the grief of a child or parent loss. Fathers may grieve differently than mothers, but a day dedicated to them can be just as emotionally heartbreaking. They might not want a lot of special treatment on Father's Day. Men are generally less apt to talk about their feelings of hurt and loss than women, but those feelings are still there and should not be ignored.
Special holidays stir up many different emotions for fathers and children, and so Father's Day, especially, can be difficult following the loss of a loved one. With help and support from family and friends, a father or child can move forward in their grief. Often what means most to a person grieving or struggling through Father's Day is simply the recognition of this emotional time. Be sensitive to the different experiences and lives of others – remember that no two families are the same and thus be sensitive to the fact that we all travel through life on different roads. On Father's Day we celebrate the important men in our lives, but we also must celebrate and be kind to each other. The outward face of family may be evolving or changing, but the love that defines family if forever. Take the time now to honor those important people in our lives – on Father's Day and every day.
References:
Hinton, C. (2004). Helping a father through Father's Day. Retrieved April, 28, 2004, from: www.silentgrief.com
Hinton, C. (2004). Where does a father find support? Retrieved April, 28, 2004, from: www.silentgrief.com

Angels on Horseback
From Half-Baked Gourmet: Party Food
by Jan Turner Hazard
1 lb. fresh sea scallops, about 20-22 per pound
1/4 cup soy sauce
3/4 lb. center-cut sliced bacon
1/3 cup preserved sliced fresh ginger
Remove and discard the tough muscle attached to the scallop. Cut each scallop in half horizontally. Place scallops in a medium bowl and add soy sauce; toss to coat. Heat broiler. Cut bacon in half crosswise. Place a scallop on one end of a bacon slice and top with a piece of ginger. Roll up and place on a broiler pan, with bacon ends tucked under. Broil bacon-wrapped scallops until crisp and slightly browned, 4-5 minutes. Turn scallops and continue broiling 3-4 minutes more. Drain. Serve immediately with toothpicks.
Makes 40-44. Prep: 20 min, Cook: 10 min.
Per serving: calories 235, fat 20.0g, 77% calories from fat, cholesterol 38mg, protein 11.0g, carbohydrates 2.4g, fiber 0.1g, sugar 0.8g, sodium 688mg, diet points 6.8.
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Angel Hair Pasta with Vegetables
Prep: 10 min, Cook: 10 min.
1/2 lb. angel hair pasta
olive oil spray
1 cup cauliflower florets
1 cup broccoli florets
1/2 cup onion, diced
1/4 cup vegetable stock or water
3 cups spaghetti sauce
1/4 lb. shredded mozzarella cheese
1/4 cup grated Parmesan or Romano cheese
Cook pasta in boiling water about 3 minutes until just cooked throughout. Drain and keep warm. Spray oil in a heavy nonstick skillet and heat over medium high heat. Sauté cauliflower, broccoli and onions 2 minutes. Add stock and continue to sauté 4-5 minutes, until vegetables are tender. Stir in sauce and cook until heated through. Combine pasta with vegetable sauce in a serving bowl and toss. Sprinkle with mozzarella and Parmesan cheeses.
Per serving: calories 606, fat 12.0g, 18% calories from fat, cholesterol 19mg, protein 27.1g, carbohydrates 96.6g, fiber 7.4g, sugar 4.8g, sodium 1045mg, diet points 12.1.
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Angel Cake with Strawberries Chocolate
Prep: 10 min.
3 cups strawberries, hulled and halved lengthwise
4 slices angel food cake
1/2 cup chocolate fudge topping
Spoon strawberries over cake and drizzle with chocolate topping.
Per serving: calories 254, fat 6.3g, 21% calories from fat, cholesterol 5mg, protein 4.2g, carbohydrates 49.4g, fiber 3.6g, sugar 37.5g, sodium 269mg, diet points 5.4.


Some Days
Some days I wake up, my heart racing
Because for one brief moment
I heard you call for me
My mind takes me back
To those precious days
When laughter filled my ears
And I could fold you in my arms
Some days I catch myself
Staring out into the yard
Expecting to see you
Your eyes bright with childish delight
Smiling as you say to me
"Mommy look what I can do"
Some days my heart hurts
Because your gone and I'm lonely
Those days I wake up, my heart racing
Because for one brief moment
I hear you call to me
"Mommy we're here, we're watching, we love you"
Erica Woodruff
In Memory Of My Sons Daniel and Brandon

Some Links To Share
Angel Sightings, Have You Seen an Angel?
A Grieving Fathers Prayer...On Fathers Day
Like a bird singing in the rain,
let grateful memories survive
in times of sorrow.
~Robert Louis Stevenson~

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