If tears could build a stairway,
and memories were a lane,
I would walk right up to heaven
to bring you home again.
No farewell words were spoken
no time to say goodbye
you were gone before I knew it,
and only God knows why.
My heart still aches in sadness
and secret tears still flow,
what it meant to lose you,
no one will ever know

I call home and a recording says
that the number is no longer in service.
I want to know your at home and everything is all right,
but it's not.
I'm empty, hollow, depressed.
You were our home,
You were the family,
You were Christmas,
You kept us together.
We've all flown apart.
Time as they say does not heal all wounds.

"And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me." - Jillian J.

My mom was a Firefighter's Mom......