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.
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.
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"?
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
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!
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."