JOEY'S PAGE
OUR HERO : OUR ANGEL
Angel Acts, Lyrics to Hero and information about The Tear Drop Project
In Loving Memory
Joseph Robert Milner
3/18/87 - 7/24/97
Little Angels
When God calls little children
To dwell with Him above
We mortals sometimes question
The wisdom of His love
For no heartache compares with
The death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world
Seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps God tires of calling
The aged to his fold
So He picks a rose bud
Before it can grow
old
God knows how much we need them
And so He takes but few
To make the land of Heaven
More beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
Still somehow we must try
The saddest word mankind knows
Will always be goodbye
So when a child departs
We who are left behind
Must realize God loves children-
Angels are hard to find.
Joseph - This playful boy angel wears a baseball cap and is carrying a
baseball glove and bat. Click pic to order.
I
miss you Joey
Final Good-bye written in August 1997
I miss you... I miss waking you up... watching you stretch... hearing your complaints... giving you 5 extra minutes to sleep before getting you up for school... covering you up when you were cold... making your breakfast... running you to Burger King to get those croisanwinches you loved so much... running your bath... drying you off... getting your clothes... putting on your socks and shoes... wiping the sleep from your eyes, the dirt from your ears, a crumb from the corner of your mouth...a tear from your cheek... watching you play... watching you swim and dive... watching you run... watching you walk... watching you kick, make a goal, catch, throw, bat, run bases, tease the other team, slide into home... watching you pitch... watching you pitch. I miss your blue eyes...your eyelashes... the mole on your face and the one on your chest you were becoming so self-conscious of. I miss your perfect little ears and nose. I miss your front tooth... it was silver when you were little... I still have it. When your permanent teeth started to come in we waited and waited for the two front ones to be the same size... then you broke one while you were jumping on the trampoline. I miss our trips to the dentist. I remember the time you had a tooth fixed and you wouldn't let the dentist give you Novocain because you were afraid you wouldn't be able to eat at McDonald's afterward. I miss your smile...your frown...your big grin... I really miss your smile. I miss the sound of your voice... your laughter... your cry... your sigh. I miss hearing you sing. I miss hearing you ask for money... for friends to stay the night... asking if you could go here or there. I wish I would have said no the last time you asked... you'd still be here with us. I miss your collar bones... your bony shoulders... your ribs... your knees... your long skinny toes. I miss running my fingers through your hair...rubbing your back and your feet...rubbing your tummy when you were sick... laying my hand on your forehead... stroking your face... your sweet face. I miss you laughing, playing, teasing, and even fighting with your brother and sisters. I miss you at the dinner table...in front of the TV... in the car... beside me in church... where ever we go. I miss your friends... Bill and Brad, Adam, Paul, Tony, Riley, Kaylee and Kara... all your team-mates and classmates. I miss watching you couple skate with Kaylee... play catch in the yard... ride your bike down the street. I miss your soccer games and your softball games. I miss worrying about you... "Where are you and what are you doing? Are you having fun? Are you cold? Are you hungry?" I guess I still worry. Are you out there somewhere? Do you need me? I need you. I miss buying you Reese's Peanut Butter Cups, root beer, bubblegum, and football cards. I miss buying you the shoes you seemed to need every other month. I miss shopping in the little boys department. I saw these cute little boxers the other day... who would have ever thought looking at boxers could be so heartbreaking. I miss you asking me for a dirt bike or a four-wheeler. I couldn't help thinking...the money we should have spent on these...went to buy a coffin instead. I'm sorry. I miss that you're not here with us in our new house. I think you were more excited about the move than any of us. I miss hearing others call your name... Joe... Joey... Joseph... Bud. I miss your dirty clothes and your toys scattered around the house. I miss seeing you in your oversized Eagle's coat and jersey... in your ball cap... with your sunglasses on. I miss phone calls from you. You loved to go play, but always called home and checked in... you always needed to know we were near. We always were. A week before you died, you had spent the night at a friends. I'll always remember that disturbing phone call. It was late. You were crying. You said you missed us and wanted to come home. You were out of town, so Dad was going to get you the next morning. By then, you had changed your mind.. you were going to the rodeo with your friend and his dad. That night you called again. I wonder if somehow, somewhere inside you... you knew. I miss the evenings with you... watching you put a pillow and blanket out and sitting at the opposite end of the couch from me. I miss holding your hand... I miss your hugs... I miss watching you sleep... I miss saying I love you... I miss hearing I love you too... I miss your kisses... I miss your kisses... I miss your kisses. I love you Joey, Mom
Thanks to Dave Minor, a cross will be placed by Joey's tree. Dave lives near Yankton, South Dakota. He is a very talented artist. He carves crosses, walking sticks, Native American dancing sticks, and other wood items. Thank you so very much, Dave. We love it! It's Beautiful!
(c) copyright 2004 by Kathy Milner "All rights reserved"