Charlie Strazzeri

Thinking of you Charlie, everyday.. today i remember the Mother's Day while you were here with me.
You would let the day go by, in the evening you would come up from the basement with a gift and say " Happy Mother's Day mom you thought i forgot didn't you" and give me a hug....
i love you Charlie and i miss you more than words can say.........there are no words that can describe how much i miss you

thank you Charlie for all the sweet memories......i will love and miss you forever and a day

Happy Easter Charlie, Zio Vito & Nonno Calogero....we all love and miss you so very much. sending you all warm hugs.

Sending you a big hug thru out your birthday today and always. you are so missed and loved by many. if you look down from heaven you can see  your birthday flag. Happy Birthday my son. xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo

Today my heart is heavy as most days are. Today marks your 10th angelversary, yet some days it seems as if you've just stepped out, other days seems much longer. my eyes ache to see you, my arms ache to hold you. Today it's raining and i can't help but wonder if the three of you would have left to have a day filled with laughter, friends and good food the answer is "yes nothing would have stopped you go to Keswick" I do know that one day i will see you again each day that passes brings me that much closer to you.
Charlie only you know the struggles that i face everyday without you here. i thank God for your brother and sister for they are my strength. i also have good friends who are there for me too.
sending you great big kisses and hugs today and always

shing bright charlie, keep giving me the energy and strength to carry on

love you so very much, i think of you every second of every day...always

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MEMORIES

 

Life stands still and aches with memories.

Memories that aches so deeply of a precious life cut too short.

My son Patrick who left me behind to grieve

a loss that has no words, no definition,

no explanation, no concept.

I am left only with sorrowful feelings that linger deep

within my wounded soul reminding me to hold on to those

bittersweet memories.

These memories which came from a life that I love

so dearly and treasure.

God, help me to keep those powerful memories

because today I cherish them more than my own existence,

for it is my memories of my son Patrick, who is my life and

my light until the end.

 

Dedicated to my son Patrick Christian Barbosa