Rachel Conger

10/11/2011

If We Could Bring You Back Again

If We Could Bring You Back Again

If we could bring you back again,

For one more hour or day,

We’d express all our unspoken love;

We’d have countless things to say.



If we could bring you back again,

We’d say we treasured you,

And that your presence in our lives

Meant more than we ever knew.



If we could bring you back again,

To tell you what we should,

You’d know how much we miss you now,

And if we could, we would.


By Joanna Fuchs
(http://www.poemsource.com/sympathy-poems.html)

We are honoring and celebrating Rachel's life on her 34th birthday. Please keep her family and friends in your thoughts and prayers. Pray that Rachel is brought back to them soon.

3/13/2011

Forever in Our Hearts

Today marks the three-year anniversary of Rachel's disappearance. We ask that you please keep Rachel's family, especially her daughter, Amber, and mother, Louise, in your thoughts and prayers.

Forever in our Hearts


A million times we needed you,

A million times we cried,

If love alone would have saved you,

You would of never died.



In life we loved you dearly,

In death we love you still,

In our hearts you hold a place,

No one can ever fill.



A light from our household is gone,

A voice from our love is stilled,

A place in our vacant home,

Which never can be filled.

Some may think you are forgotten,

Though on earth you are no more,

But in our memory you are with us,

As you always were before.



It broke our hearts to lose you,

But you did not go alone,

A part of us went with you,

The day God called you home.



Your precious memories are for keepsakes,

with which we never part,

God has you safely in his keeping,

But we have you forever in our hearts



http://www.dennydavis.net/poemfiles/mempoem.htm

3/12/2011

Your Mother is Always With You

When you need your mom the most,
remember she's still a part of you.

She is always with you...

She is the whisper of the leaves
as you walk down the street.

She is the smell of bleach
in your freshly laundered socks.

She is the cool hand on your brow
when you are not well.

Your mother lives inside your laughter.
She's crystallized in every tear drop.

She is the place that you came from,
your first home.

She is the map that you follow
with each step that you take.

She is your first love,
and your first heartbreak.
And nothing on earth can separate you.

Not time, Not space,
Not even death,
can separate you from your mother.

You carry her inside you.


~anonymous