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We are still looking for someone to be our next newsletter editor. Please email me at theresaheitz@msn.com or call Beverly or Bernie Elero at 540-882-9707.
Please consider making a Love Gift donation in the memory of your child. Please see address inside the front cover for more details.
Thank You
I would like to thank Bev and Bernie Elero for their continued committment to the Leesburg Compassionate Friends. They graciously became our leaders when Donna and Ralph Goodrich moved to North Carolina in March 2005. For over three years, Bev and Bernie have been the contact for the countless calls from newly bereaved parents, grandparents and siblings in our area. They lead our meetings, attend workshops and stay in contact with many bereaved families that never make it to a meeting. For this and so much more, I’m sure I can speak for many who appreciate all that they do.
Sincerely,
Theresa Heitz
Leesburg Editor
The Fall of Fall
~ Author Unknown
What is it about the season that takes me back in time? Everything I do; I find you are on my mind. Haunting dreams find me at night when I try to sleep, and every little detail is replayed, and the sadness far too deep.
Something about the close of summer seems to bring it back, making it so hard to move onward and stay on track. Something about the dying and fading of the trees brings my heart to sorrow, with the falling of the leaves. How I long to stop it, to keep the fall away, but time marches on, and summer just won’t stay.
I know with the fall, winter is not far behind, another lonely season, and the memories flood my mind. I cry my tears of sorrow, and pray for spring to come a rebirth of the earth, and the warmness of the sun. It makes the memories softer and gentler to recall but now my life is saddened with the nearing of fall.
I’m Never Prepared
~Theresa Heitz
written 9/8/08
It happened again.
I’m never prepared.
Should I be?
Five years have passed.
I park the car.
I take in my bags.
The dog is waiting.
We go for our walk.
We head back home.
We make our way to the mailbox.
Right there, on top, it caught my eye.
Another piece of mail addressed to our son.
I stop, I stare, my thoughts go blank.
He doesn’t live here anymore.
Don’t they know?
He died five years ago.
I’m never prepared.
How could I be?
In loving memory of
My son, Adam, 6/24 – 9/25
The Chat Room Of My Heart
By Lois Bettine (Brian Elero’s Grandma)
Brian, You are in my thoughts
Since you have gone to stay.
But Brian, I still can talk to you,
Although you’re far away.
I chat with your smiling picture,
As a way that we can share.
I say to you, “Brian, How’s everything up there?”
I know you wanted to stay with us
I’d hoped you could be around-
But there’s a calm within me
For the peace that you have found.
So as I pause to talk to you
I say “You’ll always be a part
as I communicate each day
In the chat room of my heart.”
In loving memory of Brian Patrick Elero
(12/30 – 10/29)
Son of Bernie and Beverly Elero
