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 Ronald "Shane" Short passed away March 10, 1995 in Newport. He was born July 17,1972 in Tulare, California. Mr Short was a millwright. Preceded in death by maternal grandfather, Roy Lee Sweatt Sr, Paternal grandfather, Homer A. Short. Survivors include one son, Colton of Newport, father, Ronald A. Short, mother, Donna J Sweatt French, brother, Shawn Short of Newport, Maternal grandmother, Berlene Sweatt Price of Las Vegas, Nevada, step grandfather, William B. Price of Las Vegas, Nevada, Paternal grandmother, Juanita Short of Newport, Funeral arrangements by Jackson's Funeral Homes. |
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 This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Ronald " Shane " Short who was born in United States Tulare, Calif on July 17, 1972 and passed away on March 10, 1995. You will live forever in our memories and hearts. Shane was the oldest of my two children, both sons, Shane and Shawn, 1 year and 1 day apart in age and so very close. Shane loved to write poetry, stories, loved to read and never met a stranger. He could walk into a room with 100 people present and not know any of them, yet would know them all by name by the time he left and never forgot their name. He was "Mr Personality" always smiling, laughing or kidding around. Many of his friends have shared stories about their experiences with Shane and have told me that God gave Shane the special talent of showing everybody they were someone special. Several of his friends talked to him about harming themselves telling Shane they were nobodies? Shane spent hours telling them things they were good at or special at doing. He was a G.A.T.E student from kindergarten all thru high school making all A's every year. He is loved and so missed but we know we will be together again some special day in heaven. Love ya Son, Mom & Shawn  On March 10 1995 my oldest son, Shane was shot and killed. We were told that it was a suicide, which I knew in my heart wasnt so because Shane had a great belief in God and had talked to many of his friends when they confessed to him that they were considering it. We knew that there was an argument between him and his girlfriend for about 3 hours that night. A friend of my sons went to tell my other son about the argument and that there was a 12 gauge shotgun out that belonged to the girlfriend. The police got behind Shawn and this friend cause they were speeding but they didnt stop. As Shawn jumped out of the car and ran into the kitchen entrance of the house. A gun was fired from the living room. Shawn saw the girlfriend and Shanes best friend run out of the living room screaming and run outside.He ran in and threw the gun and picked Shane up and was holding him. They had to call out the entire police department to subdue him. There was 6 other kids there besides Shawn and we asked for gunpowder tests but they didnt perform them. 33 days later, the autospy report came back showing 000 gunpowder residue on any part of Shanes body and 000 drugs or alcohol. The girlfriend stated that he had cooked her a candlelit dinner, which he did and that he had ate but there was no food in his stomach at all. The crime lab kept my son for 6 days and their report from Little Rock was that further investigation was needed, o% chance of self inflicted. The police dept got the report the same day as I did but refused to investigate any further stating that they had messed up and didnt do gunpowder residue tests of the other kids that night and now it was too late to do them. We dont believe that anyone did this on purpose,we think there was a struggle and the gun went off but neither one of the ones in the room will tell us anything cause they are afraid. I pray that 1 of them come to us and tell us what happened that night because they are both drug users and alcoholics now and have been ever since that night. No one has seen either straight since that night. The girlfriend does some demonic things,calling me constantly and asking for Shane for awhile. Now she just calls and doesnt speak a number of times a day. She has destroyed wreaths left by us and Shane's son. taken every angel we put on his grave and literally terrorizes my son, Shawn. I pray for this girl for I know that she has been known to dabble in witchcraft in the last few years and I pray that she accept the Lord and come to us and tell us what happened. It took me a long time before I could pray for her because if not for God I would have lost my mind. I still have trouble forgiving and I fall to pieces any time I run into her or even see her. She took my son awayy from me. He was my life and this just isnt easy to forgive, if possible at all. I pray that I can because I want to join Shane in heaven one day. This person just does so many cruel things, leaving letters on his grave for us to find, stealing the angel and other things we put on his grave. I have problems understanding why God lets people like her live and takes innocent young people like Shane and others that I know from online and in person??? She steals or destroys every flower we put on his grave.She calls our house and asks for him. When I would fall apart, she would laugh and hang up.She is cruel and destructive to everyone. Yes, it kills me to see her or even see her mom and know that she had her daughter but because of her daughter, my son is no longer with me. He cant have any more children or any more birthdays. He cant hug or even meet his niece and nephew, Brylan Shane and Breanna Shade. I question God, oh yes, I question Him daily though I know we shouldnt. Why God??? I needed him more than You God??? Why my Shane? Why God Why??????? My mom is 83 yrs old and she has lost 2 of my brothers in less than 3 yrs. A year later she lost her husband??? Questions???? Oh yes, I have many questions. Since this night, she has told others there was a struggle for the gun and it went off, that they didnt know if it was her or Shane's best friend who actually pulled the trigger but there was 6 there and none of them had gun residue tests taken of their hands. I took all the reports, statements, autopsy report, pictures, everything to Calif and Nevada and paid to have the authorities there go through all. I was told the same as I was told by the Crime Lab, that it was 000% chance self inflicted, that also Shane would have had to be 7'4 for the bullet to exit where it did. He was 6'2-6'3? His girlfriend has had affairs with over half the police force here. I know there will be no justice for Shane's here on earth but she will stand before God one day and He is the one and only true ultimate Judge. This is all that gets me through each day is knowing that one day she will stand accountable. Since Shane was killed, a friend of theirs brought me pictures that was taken that night of him cooking dinner, etc,etc and he looked so happy. She had made the statement to may that I would never see these pics and I didnt for 6 years. Not 1 day went by that I didnt pray for them and one day they were delivered to my door by someone who found them in a house that the girlfriend had rented and left them. She went back later to get them and was furious they had been taken. I also was brought pics of her and parties she was at in later years showing people doing drugs, drugs in the pics, poems she had wrote of how everyone hated her and a sheet of paper that she wrote March 10, 1995, I did it, now what? I took the drug pics and some of the stolen credit cards she had and this letter into the police and told them this is the night my son was killed, this is a confession. They said they would check it out and get back to me. I never heard a thing? She continues to go to the cemetery and leave things although I call the police each time. She has left notes, destroyed flowers, stolen 21 angels from his grave and even bought a special hutch to keep these stolen angels. This person has terrorized my family especially me and Shawn, my only child on earth. She has told him he needs to get over it? I wonder if her Mom would get over it if she was taken from her and put into a grave, to never get to see or touch her again on this earth? This woman is pure evil and does things so cruel and demonic, I still have difficulties that someone could be this cruel and evil. She has destoyed flowers, wreaths, angels, etc left on Shane's grave. Whenever she goes out there, she will change everything on his grave, leave a note or something to let me know she was there although its private property as we have the deeds to the entire front of the cemetery bought in 1955, the year I was born so she cant say shes at the one next to or in front of because we own the whole front, yet she continues to go there. MEMORIES OF MY ANGEL,SHANE I remember when they were little, my two angels, Shane & Shawn, born 1 year and 1 day apart. Shane was the one that potty trained Shawn, it came so easily for him. They were both very active in sports though competitive, because Shawn always seemed to have the better posistions and exceeded more in track, etc. Though Shane;s position was the most important on the team, Goalie, and he made All-Star and Select team every year, he hated playing this position. Goalie is a hard position because a team of boys dont remember the 9 goals you stopped but remember forever the 1 you didnt? Shawn played Center Forward, which is the best position to score on the team, and score he did, making as many as 32 goals in 1 game. Shane always had what we referred to as an "OLD Spirit", seeming much older than his years, giving sound advice to all his friends.Shawn told me after Shane was killed that he wasnt just his brother, but, his dad, mentor, advisior and best friend. Shane loved to write poetry and started at the age of 9 on Easter morning in church. These two poems are shared on this page and I still have the originals printed out in his 9 yr old hand-writing. I also started writing poetry at 9 yrs old writing my first poem about the Vietnam War which is also shared on this site. I always made sure when I went to Walmarts or any place like this shopping to throw in several notebooks and small pocket size notepads for Shane to write his poetry on, because, as me, he wrote when it hit him, on napkins, paper towels, whatever was handy. Shawn was the artist so I always made sure he had an artist pad. Shane could also draw and Im going to scan some of his drawing on this site ASAP. Shane was always the one who picked out the special day cards, writing an original poem every time and sometimes even signing Shawn's name, picking out just the right gift after very long careful consideration. Shawn never gives me a card now without an apology, that he cant write poetry and he's sorry. I tell him this doesnt't matter, just write I love you Mom on a piece of paper and that sends me into tears. The love for my sons are unconditional and never ending. We grew up together, me being only 18 yrs old when I had both of them. I had a hysterectomy at age 20 so this was all the children I ever wanted and God sealed this when I had this emergency surgery. I never ever thought I could ever lose one of my precious sons, not me, I was so overprotective, though this made them so upset at times with me. But, I always had these premonitions when something was going to happen and after several times when these premonitions came true, they both believed in them and didnt argue when I had these feelings. They were both asked to go to a festival up in the mountains above Springville, Calif and I had first told them probally, let me think about this. The day before this event, I had a dream and saw Shawn lying on the hood of a car, bloody, where he had gone thru the windshield. The driver, looked dead in the dream. The next morning I told them about this dream and they tried to persuade none of their friends to go but they just scoffed and laughed. There was a wreck, the boy sitting in the passenger side of the front seat (where Shawn always called and rode) was thrown thru the windshield and had to go thru yrs of rehabilitation, still walks with a limp and has limited use of his right side. The driver was in critical condition for several months, lived but was basically a vegetable the rest of his life or still was when we moved back here many yrs later. I don't understand why I didn't have any forewarning or premonition the night Shane was killed? That was the first time I didnt and I have thought about this all the time asking God why He didnt give me this feeling like He usually did? I guess this is another one of God's mysteries. If I had felt anything was going to happen, I would have never let him out of my sight. Shane and I could talk about anything together from girlfriends,books,, no subject was taboo between us. We trusted each other with each other's secrets and problems, our trials and tribulations, triumphs and failures. Though I love Shawn as much as Shane, we never had this bond. We talk more now than we ever did because we used to not be able to discuss anything, especially Shane, after his death. This page shares many of Shane's poems and stories. There are others on this site that has many other things he wrote. I have been trying to go thru the trunk that is packed with his cards, writings, poetry, etc and will share them as I can. I have to do this slowly to be able to get thru this at all because so many memories flood my mind as I look thru his things. I pray you enjoy Shane's poems as much as I have over the years. GBU, DJ Shane is my oldest son and he is waiting in heaven for me. He was born July 17, 1972 to this earth and was born to heaven March 10,1995 at the age of 22.Shawn was born July 19, 1973 and I love him so much. He has 2 children Brylan and Breanna and Shane left one son, Colton. I want to share some poems I wrote for them and him before and after his death. Shane, son you are always in our thoughts and hearts, Mom and Shawn I was born on Feb 10.1955 1 month early.My due date was March 10.Shane left this world on the day that i was due.He wrote me a poem on my 40th birthday,1 month before his death and I want to share this,GB,DJ FEB 10th 1995 Mom For 40 years you have struggled to survive thru it all, with your family and friends, with a tender heart,whose love knows no end. Caring for us with each and every passing day. Showering us with love and affection in each and every way. Now we are grown, you made us two fine young men. We thank you for the happiness, all the smiles and grins, Thank you for a childhood that could have been no better, Giving us everything we wanted,your desires didnt matter. Nothing can ever tear you away from the ones you love. I can only close my eyes and thank the Lord for sending you from up above. Sometimes our words and actions cause each other pain, But always we forgive and forget and the sun chases away all the rain. My love for you will never die, in any way, shape or form. Happy Birthday, I love you Mom. Signed your first born, with love, Ronald "Shane" Short I found this poem that he wrote after Shane died and didnt know where he had wrote it but knew it was wrote on the day that I had open heart. I found it in his Bible.My mom revealed that he had wrote this while in waiting room during my 12 hour surgery. He always dated poems as I do. Dear God, Why did You allow this to happen to my mother? Why didnt You point your finger to another? Im glad You stand beside us and are helping to see this thru. But I cant help my tears or answer these questions for you. I love my mom,this You know, my heart is there for her, even when it doesnt show. Please help my mom. Dont let anything happen to her. I dont know what I would do without her. Just the thought chills me to the bone. To live my life without her,would mean to be alone. I know I only write You when Im really needing help,But now I know I really need You,I cant handle this by myself. Please dont let my mom be sick anymore. Amen Author Ronald " Shane" Short July 5th 1993 Dear God, What has happened to our world? Has everyone gone blind? Where is all the kindness that was here when I was raised? Surely not everyone has forgotten Your teachings? Today people read the Bible but cant understand its meanings. I know we cant give up And its a fight we will win, If You could just show us a start Give us a place to begin. Everything we do matters, be it right or wrong, I wish satan would pack his bags, Its our world, he dont belong. Author Shane Short 1994 Remembering Go ahead and mention my child The one that died, you know Don't worry about hurting me further The depth of my pain doesn't show. Don't worry about making me cry I'm already crying inside Help me to heal by releasing The tears that I try to hide. I'm hurt when you just keep silent Pretending it doesn't exist I'd rather you'd mention my child Knowing that he has been missed. You asked me how I'm doing I say "pretty good" or "fine" But healing is something on-going I feel it will take a lifetime. By Elizabeth Dent If anyone knows Elizabeth's email and/or web address, please let me know so that I may email her. This was put to music and made into a song by a friend of Shanes Rodney Welch and his cousin Lane McQuire. He loved them both.He had many many friends and they all miss him still.He made quite an impact wherever he went. Soaring thru the Heavens, Riding your whims of mind Soaring thru the Heavens, Riding your whims of mind Always trying to catch up To the ones leaving us behind. So much hurt and sorrow, So much pain and grief, So many ways to lose ourselves in another mans beliefs. The world has become quite passive, People seem scared to move. Money has become their power, Feelings have nothing to prove. Go and unlock your doorway Memory is the key Back when life was simple With no worries or regrets Back when we were children Come on please dont forget. Bring the past to present Relax a little bit Stop and think about what you can give Instead of what you'll get Tis just a little message from a man barely 22 If I can see in my young age, Tell me brother why cant you? The chorus is Help me thru the night, Lead me to the Light! By Shane Short 1994 All of Shane and my poems are copywrited. There was a time in Shanes life when we lived in Calif that he dated a girl that was on crank. He tried this and asked to get away from the the state to get thru this. We came to Ark for several weeks,Shane wrote this poem after this experience and there is over 50,000 copies of this going thru rehab centers all over the world. I do have the copywrite on this. DJ Demon Crank There is a demon running wild within my veins, like a wild stallion,he has no reins, Nothing can stop him, let him go, line it up, let it roll. I know you've met him, he is your buzz, Forget the past, the way it was. Do we turn our backs and live like skanks? You know this demon, his name is crank. Life changes, nothings the same, Lucifers the one who runs this game. A shot in the dark, no one wins, our brothers and sisters still play with sin. He is there, can't you see? I think that drug has been controlling me. He has the straw and the razor too, Have you met him, has he come for you? A wicked man or wicked thoughts, Do we let him in to hide our faults? Hes not the answer, only a retreat, A haven from lifes troubles we meet. The demon crank just sits there waiting, Do a line, you're his for the taking. His only voice is in the wire, Dont believe the demon, he is a liar. Telling you what you want to hear, While he watches your eyes cloud over with fear, Making your stomach twist and turn Enjoying the pain as your soul burns. Is this the way it ends Our lives are over before they begin? Children of the night, souls of fire, Living everyday by his deadly wire. Author Shane Short 1992 I have been contacted by many young people to tell me that this poem made a difference in their lives.Most of them got the copy of it in rehab.I was called and asked if they could make copies of this and I told them as long as the copyright was on it.The ones that contacted me and still do ask for copies of this poem says that it describes the feeling of crank exactly like it is.I praise God for giving Shane the knowledge to write it and the wisdom to know it was wrong and of the devil.GB,DJ I will be adding more to the pages,so check back,dont have a scanner so am having to type it all. GBU,DJ This was wrote in 1991, 4 years before Shanes death Gifts From Above God has sent me two gifts from heaven above, to show me the power of a mothers love. The first time I held you in my arms, My only prayer was to always protect you both from harm. I love you both unconditionally with all my soul, I pray that this you will always know. Wherever you are or ever may be.a part of you both is always with me. My heart fills so full of pride, when I look at you,my two sons. I wish I could be here forever to grant your whims every one. I pray that God will watch over you and keep you safe. Teach you to abide by Him, and in Him to always have faith. To never let you forget, you are loved with my heart, soul and mind. A mothers love is one of a kind. My first born Shane, you're so independent and smart, so quick to learn, so dear to my heart. I can still remember your first words and steps, yours falls and all your fears, I would hold you oh so close and dry your every tear. I pray that you will always know how special you are, you'll always be close, no matter how far, you drift away, thru lifes trials and tests, I love you so much, I just cant express. And you Shawn, my baby boy, so full of mischief, so full of joy. You're my little sturborn son, so full of energy from dusk til dawn. A beautiful smile,makes me feel so fine, I am so proud that you are mine. When happy your eyes light up an entire room, when angry, they flash lightning all covered with gloom. You will always be my baby boy and I love you both more than anything in this world. You are growing up to be 2 fine handsome young men, and my love for you will never end. I pray I can always be there when you need me and that you always see, how much you both are wanted and loved, Thank You Jesus For these gifts from above. By Donna French 12/91 Shane Shane, its been two years since you left us and we couldnt miss you more. I know you're in heaven with Papa Sweatt, Papa Short and those who have gone on before. My thoughts are of you constantly, I dream of you every night, And always in my dreams, you are bathed in shining lights. The pain and grief has grown no dimmer over these two years Only God has helped to dry away our tears. You were so special, so warm, kind and good. God must have had great plans for you,I wish we understood. You would soon be 25 on your next birthday, such a handsome young man, "Our Shane" son, brother, father and friend In our hearts our love for you knows no end, I know that God will take care of you and keep you safe, until we meet again in that very special place. You have never left our hearts and we promise you never will, you're in our hearts to stay, We have felt you with us ever since you went away. The Goodby song that you loved so well, Every time I hear it,my heart just seems to swell. This sorrow that we feel is too deep, the burden sometimes to great, I know this is Gods mysterious ways not ours to question or debate. Remember we love you, Colton, Shawn, Mom and dad, We thank God daily for the 22 years we had So my darling son, I'll never say good by then, ever or now. I'll just say we'll see you on a little while. We love and miss you! Mom, Dad, Shawn and Colton By Donna French (DJ) 3/97 This was sent by my dear sister Jo, GBU sis,DJ "He Only Took My Hand" Last night while I was trying to sleep, My son's voice I did hear, I opened my eyes and looked around, But he did not appear. He said, "Mom, you've got to listen, You've got to understand, God didn't take me from you, mom, He only took my hand. When I called out in pain that day, The moment that I died, He reached down and took my hand, And pulled me to His side. He pulled me up and saved me From the misery and pain. My body was hurt so badly, I could never be the same. My search is really over now, I've found happiness within, All the answers to my empty dreams And all that might have been. I love you all and miss you so, And I'll always be nearby. My body's gone forever, But my spirit will never die. And so, you must all go on now, And live, and understand... God did not take me from you, He only took my hand." Author Unknown Also sent by Jo March 10, 2002. Anniversary of Shane's death. My Dear loved ones These words I wish to say, I went home to be with Jesus, And here is where I'll stay. My pain and struggle is over; I'll rest in peace today. Although I know you'll grieve for me, Be strong, for it's okay. I’m now at home in Heaven, Where there's everlasting light. I'm in the arms of Jesus, Holding on to me so tight. Please try to carry on your life, For there's still work to be done. Someday you'll be rewarded And meet God's only son. He came Himself to meet me, Oh what a glorious sight! When He put His arms around me, And I saw a beaming light. When your life on earth is over, Then He will call you home. It's then you will truly see, The joy that's yet to come. ~Author~ Ruth Ann Mahaffey ©Copyright 2002 Shane wrote this poem during Easter services when he was 8 years old, still have original. The Meaning of Easter Everyone forgets what Easter is, When Christ arose from the dead. They just remember about some stupid bunny, like in the funnies, He goes around hiding colored eggs in the bushes. Then you come out and start looking. I will never forget what it really means, For it is Thine a bigger glory, than some stupid bunny story, When Christ arose from the dead. By Shane Short Easter 1980 8 yrs old He wrote 2 that Easter, this is other one. When Christ died on the cross, nobody cared. When He was gone,they cared. When they were sick,they tried to find Him,They cared. He died on the cross for them and then they cared. They went to His grave and tried to find Him but He was gone. They wanted to see Him so bad. They cried and cried and when they turned around, He was there. He said He was going to prepare a place for Him, So just believe. Wrote by Shane Short Easter 1980 8 years old A Parents Prayer You sent a child to me to fill my life with joy, And only You knew which was best- A little girl or boy. Somehow I took for granted,Lord, That we would have a lifetime, And I made so many future plans, For that precious child of mine. Enchanted by that Miracle, Caught up in each new day, I guess I didnt hear you,Lord, When you said, "This one cant stay." I trust You,Lord,Thy Will;not mine, Yet I cant understand, This sudden loss-this emptiness- Caused by anothers hand. I know my childs in heaven now, But my heart is aching so, Im sorry I wasnt ready,Lord to let my baby go. There wasnt time for one last hug; There was no final kiss, Oh God,its all those special smiles That I already miss. So Lord,could You do just one thing For me especially? Please hold my son close to You For all Eternity. Shanes 30th Birthday Shane,I cant believe that you would be 30 years old today, I guess I will always think of you as 22,the age you were when you went away. This is the hardest one that I have ever gone through, Still missing you so much,you're in my thoughts and all I do. I love you,my precious son,you will always be in our hearts, Waiting for that wonderful day,when we'll never have to part. I know how you loved to try to sing,when you were here, Now you're in the angel choir.no voice on earth can compare. All the little chidren there,I can close my eyes and see you with them, And Jesus,I can see you hugging Him. I know that He has held me in his arms and carried me when I couldnt stand alone, I know that our mighty King is still upon the throne. I praise Him for taking care of you for me, Until that day when we'll be together again,beyond that crystal sea. The pain and hurt will never leave, But I know we will be together again,on Him I believe. I know there's a reason for everything,but its so hard to understand, But I know He's walking with me,holding tight to my hand. I can't seem to say I love you enough,it goes so much deeper than words we can speak, The tears I cry,as I think of you keep pouring down my cheeks. We all love you,Shane,and always will, Throughout all eternity,until our hearts are still. Then we will shout,hug and never have to say good-by, No more missing you,no more tears to cry. See you soon,my precious son, We know the battle's already won. Love you Shane,Mom and Shawn written by DJ French 7/17/02 This poem was wrote by Shane about child abuse and homeless people. Can You See Thers a poor man in the gutter, People just walk on by, unless someone stops to help him, The man just sits and cries. Is it his fault? Did he run off and leave his family alone? Or did he lose it,lose everything,did his family finally disown? Theres another,a lonely man,sipping on his wine, living in a cardboard box,all he wants is to be left alone,he thinks his life will be fine.Thats just the way that certain things go,Staying on the streets of L.A, When you get there,you never leave,you are there to stay. Are you listening,do you understand What all this means? Living life in a wooden crate,trying to scourge up a few beans. There are men there,also women and so many starving children. You see that boy over there? His daddy beat him so he turned to the streets for a new beginning, Over there,that little blond girl,we all know why shes here. Look deep into her eyes and you will drown in her fear. That is life,whats really out there,living on the streets, They have gave up,just turned and gave up, Turning into our worlds weak. By Shane Short 7/91 Breaking Out Headed down the highway,the highway of my dreams, Sometimes I feel so lonely,the last of my kind it seems. Living my days,searching for tomorrow, Why do I feel that Im locked in a room of sorrow? Im breaking out,gonna head for those bright stars, Planning for days a-coming,to try and douse the evil fires. Spreading quickly,catching all,no one can run free, Fire and brimstone burning still,on an endless blood red sea. Its coming fast to catch us all,no time to cry or shout, Nows the time for an army to gather,Its time to break out. We're breaking out,we've found that twinkling star, Fighting all the evil that is coming from afar. By Shane Short 7/91 Shane wrote this about the Battle of Armaggeddon Whose Side Are You On Theres crime in our streets,raining bullets on our towns. We need to be praying for peace all around. Tears fall on cheeks,one more broken heart, Have we forgotten how to care?Have we forgotten our start? The life we had,the world we knew.has all now changed, I ask this question of you. Whose side are you on? Mine or another? Whose side are you on? A strangers or my brother's? Choose a path to follow,a road which you should go, One leads to salvation,the other,the devils show. One way or another,you must decide, Are you hellbound or are you by my side? So tell me,whose side are you on,the one with love and care? Whose side are you on for God is always there. Our first love ,the Lord,a love so strong, Wont you please tell me,whose side are you on? By Shane Short 7/91 |
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 My sweet sweet son, I will forever hold you so close inside my heart. The love I have for you just keeps growing and I miss you more with each passing day. Ask Jesus to please help me go on until I join you there, my son. I love you more than life and wish it had been me instead of you. Mom    |
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