Timothy Christopher Galvin - Online Memorial Website

The Cord

We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.

It's not like the cord
that connects us 'til birth
this cord can't been seen
By any on Earth.

This cord does its work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.

I know that it's there
though no one can see
the invisible cord
From my child to me.

The strength of this cord
Is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed
It can't be denied.

It's stronger than any cord
Man could create
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.

And though you are gone,
Though you're not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.

It pulls at my heart
I am bruised...I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.

I am thankful that God
Connects us this way
A mother and child
Death can't take it away!                                                                  Author Unknown

Don't Tell Me

Please don't tell me you know how I feel,
Unless you have lost your child too,
Please don't tell me my broken heart will heal,
Because that is just not true,
Please don't tell me my son is in a better place,
Though it is true, I want him here with me,
Don't tell me someday I'll hear his voice, see his face,
Beyond today I cannot see,
Don’t tell me it is time to move on,
Because I cannot,
Don’t tell me to face the fact he is gone,
Because denial is something I can't stop,
Don't tell me to be thankful for the time I had,
Because I wanted more,
Don't tell me when I am my old self you will be glad,
I'll never be as I was before,
What you can tell me is you will be here for me,
That you will listen when I talk of my child,
You can share with me my precious memories,
You can even cry with me for a while,
And please don't hesitate to say his name,
Because it is something I long to hear everyday,
Friend please realize that I can never be the same,
But if you stand by me, you may like the new person I become someday.

Judi Walker
(In Memory of Shane)
Copyright 1998

Beneath this granite stone

that marks his resting place,

our beloved son sleeps

in the Lords long embrace.

Memories are all thats left

for his Dad and I to hold,

Because our son, Timothy,

went to Heaven when he

was just eighteen years old.

We feel empty and lonely,

since he left our lives so soon,

We find great comfort in knowing

that he is with his Grandma June.

Timmy, we can feel you with us and

Sometimes in the distance

we can see your smiling face,

But until we meet again,

we weep at your resting place.