I miss my brother  / Sara
David, I sit here and look at your pictures, almost everynight.  I miss you so much.  There was a time in my life that I used to hate cameras.  I hated getting my picture taken (I still do most of the time).  But David, I wish I could go back in time and change that.  I don't have very many pictures of me with you.  Atleast not recent.  I didn't really ever take many family pictures.  It seems that all my pictures I used to take were of my friends.  I'm glad that changed a little bit.  I guess maybe when Tyler and Derek came around.  I have more pictures of you but still not enough.  I wish I had more recent pictures of you with Tyler and Derek.  

David, Tyler is having a hard dealing with everything that is going on.  Sometimes he sits here with me when I am looking at all this stuff.  He likes to talk about you, he was always very proud of his Uncle Dave.  

David, I consider myself to be pretty strong about all of this stuff.  I don't know how, I sometimes feel so cold because I don't think I am as sad as I should be.  Don't get me wrong, I am very sad, I guess I think I might just still be in a bit of denial.  You have been gone and I haven't heard from you, but yet it still seems like yesterday you were outside mowing my lawn in the rain/snow mix.  

We are going to have to celebrate our first Christmas this year with out you.  I have done so well with the past holidays.  But this is the big one.  You are not going to be there with us.  I want to call you up and listen to you tell me not to buy you anything for Christmas.  I want you to tell me not to spend any money on you.  You didn't like people to spend money on you.  But you sure loved to spoil us.  

I miss you David, I really need my big brother and you aren't there.  Please, make sure you are keeping an eye on me and the boys.  We can really use some extra support.  Help me help Tyler through this hard time of ours.  I try not to be sad infront of the boys but sometimes that is just not possible.  I don't want them to see me so sad. 

David, I am sure you are up there yelling at me and telling me to quite being sad that you are gone.  You didn't want others to be bothered with your troubles.  We all loved you so very much and would have done anything to help you.  I wish you would have let us help.  We are all hurting now.  Sometimes I get so mad and at times I am very grateful.  I don't really know how to explain it.  

Just know that we love you, we always did and we always will. Close

Something To Show We Care Over The Holidays..  / Family Of Angel Devon Dupont
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David's First Christmas in Heaven  / Sara Incontro (sister)
My First Christmas in Heaven 

I see the countless Christmas trees around the world below.
With tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away the tear.
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year. 

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,
But sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here. I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,
For it's beyond description to hear the angels sing. 

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart.
But I am not that far away, we really aren't apart.
So be happy for me dear ones, you know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year. 

I send you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above,
I send you each a memory, of my undying love.
After all, love is the gift, more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told. 

Please love and keep each other as my Father said to do
For I can't count the blessings or love He has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas, and wipe away that tear.
Remember I'm spending Christmas, with Jesus Christ this year. 

—Author Unknown Close

Bereaved Parents Wish List  / Maria Joshua Perez (mom)
I wish my child hadn't died. I wish I had him back.

I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my sons name. My son lived and is very important to me. I need to hear that he was important to you also.

If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my son, I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. My sons death is the cause of my tears. You have talked about my son and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both.

Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me. I need you now more than ever.

I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you, but I also want you to hear about me. I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child; my favorite topic of the day

I know that you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my sons death pains you too. I wish you would let me know these things through a phone call, a card or note, or a real big hug.

I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over. These first years are traumatic for me, but I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over. I will suffer the death of my son until the day I die.

I am working hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover. I will always miss my son and I will always grieve that he is dead.

I wish you wouldn't expect me "not to think about it" or "be happy". Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.
I don't want to have a "Pity party", but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.

I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.

When I say, "I'm doing okay", I wish you could understand that I don't "feel" okay and that I struggle daily. I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very normal. Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected. So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.

Your advice to "take it one day at a time" is excellent advice. However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle an hour at a time.

Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone.

I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my son died, a big part of me died with him. I am not the same person I was before my son died and I will never be that person again.

I wish very much that you could understand; understand my loss and my grief. But, I pray daily that you will never " fully " understand.... mami Close