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Writings Library There's a new star in the heavens how brightly it does shine this star was born December sixth of Nineteen ninety nine. It wasn't there before then for he was with us still, his light became this bright star we can see him if we will! We'll always miss his smiling face and his laughter we can't hear, but when we find his star at night we will know that he is near. We will see our lives go on and some will travel far, but we can find both life and love in the light from Brandon's star. Written by: Gail-Brandon's Mom ONE MONTH It's been one month today, Bede tho it still feels like yesterday, nothing in our life has changed we still ask, "was this your only way?" Friends try to offer comfort all say your in a better place, but this I know for sure I miss your smiling face! I think I hear your voice and I try to find you here, then the truth hits me again and I cry a thousand tears. For the others I try to be strong but I'm now made of steel, your leaving left me so numb and I can't stop the pain I feel. Today I'll go to visit you even tho my heart will ache, for it's been one month today and once again, my heart will break. Written by: Gail Stevenson WHY? A beautiful baby boy with eyes so very blue, born on my 24th birthday of future events there was no clue! Of what was coming, we were blind until that horrible shot rang out, For Brandon took his own life What was this about? Now all we do is ask "WHY" he was with us only 16 years, and with our hearts ripped out we shed a million tears. We can find no answers no matter how hard we try, no peace, comfort, or consolation only the question, "WHY". Such a senseless tragedy no theory I'll ever buy, I will never know the reason but I will always ask "WHY"? Written by: Gail Stevenson IF I If I had taken that extra moment From this hectic daily pace Would I have discerned any plight That may have shown upon his face? If I had asked a single question A simple "How are you?" Would that have made a difference in his point of view? If I had offered my shoulder On which that he could cry Would that have stopped the questions That we know are asking, "Why? If I had extended my hand A gesture to touch his brow Allowing him to know I care Would he still be with us now? "If I's" are candidly hind sight in which we all have perfect vision "I Will" is positive action in which we all must make the decision That no matter how busy we may be There must always be time for our youth To TALK, to LISTEN, to HEAR, and to LOVE! There is no other truth Remember first and foremost To LISTEN, you first must HEAR Then talk of love to prove you care. Don't debate with threats and fear We cannot bring back our yesterdays That are now filled with pain and sorrow But we can hug our children with love today And remember, THEY are our tomorrow! Brandon, may God grant you the peace you seek, as His angel's wings carry you home. In Memory of Brandon Nicholas Tackett May 10, 1983-Dec. 6, 1999 Written by: Gail Stevenson YELLOW RIBBON I wear a yellow ribbon for all the world to see, that a son I love so much is no longer here with me. He was only 16 years old this boy I hold so dear, but his own life he took in December, of the 1999 year. Brandon wasn't an angel or a saint he was troubled and confused, depression and chemical disorders left him not knowing what to do! Noone noticed anything amiss he sang carols with neighbor kids, laughing and joking all the way home his tragic plan he kept hid. A pistol kept locked in the safe loaded only for self-defense, unaware he had the combination led to the act that makes no sense. In an instant it was over he lay slumped upon his bed, I'm told he never suffered but my son is still dead! Writen by: Gail Stevenson THE BLACK BOX I HAVE IN MY HANDS TWO BOXES WHICH GOD GAVE ME TO HOLD, HE SAID, "PUT ALL YOUR SORROWS IN THE BLACK AND ALL YOUR JOYS IN THE GOLD. I HEEDED HIS WORDS, AND IN THE TWO BOXES BOTH MY JOYS AND SORROWS I STORED, BUT THOUGH THE GOLD BECAME HEAVIER EACH DAY THE BLACK WAS AS LIGHT AS BEFORE. WITH CURIOSITY, I OPENED THE BLACK I WANTED TO FIND OUT WHY, AND I SAW IN THE BASE OF THE BOX A HOLE WHICH MY SORROWS HAD FALLEN OUT BY. I SHOWED THE HOLE TO GOD, AND MUSED ALOUD, "I WONDER WHERE MY SORROWS COULD BE." HE SMILED A GENTLE SMILE AT ME, MY CHILD, THEY'RE ALL HERE WITH ME. I ASKED, "GOD, WHY GIVE ME THE BOXES?" "WHY THE GOLD, AND THE BLACK WITH THE HOLE?" "MY CHILD, THE GOLD IS FOR YOU TO COUNT YOUR BLESSINGS, THE BLACK IS FOR YOU TO LET GO." (Author Unknown) |