Dusty Pictures: Heidi Elizabeth Kashtock
Dusty Pictures
verse 1:
I dusted your picture today
and I remember
when life was full of promise
and the dreams we had
were something yet to be known
I look at you, your picture
with eyes of brown
a heart of gold and I remember,
I remember…
Chorus:
Oh, where did the time go
the child go
when did she leave?
I want to know
what happened
how did it happen
is it real?
Verse 2:
I reach out to hold you but all
your picture with the smile
that always warmed my heart
Must it be that I will never
see your eyes again sparkle
the way that they sparkled
in the sunlight? and I remember,
I remember…
Chorus:
Oh, where did the time go
the child go
when did she leave?
I want to know
what happened
how did it happen
is it real?
Bridge:
And I’m left here
askin’ all the questions
never hearing the answers
never hearing your laughter…
only the falling of dust
onto the rug
Chorus:
Oh, why did she go
must it be so
I will never…
I’ll never know
what happened
how it happened…
what might have been…
Patricia Hammell Kashtock
Reader Comments (4)
dearest Pat...each word you have written tells me how much heidi was loved and how much she is missed each day...
she is smiling down at you from heaven Pat, she will be happy if you are happy and sad if you are...so please do not be so sad...
her time with you was limited but i am sure that time was the most precious for the bond and the love you two seem to share.
i am not very good with words when i am sad, so may i just send you prayers for courage and peace of mind and heart?
Mahnaz -- You are the sweetest person! Thank you so much for your kind words. Prayers are wonderful, thank you. God is good. Without Him, I would not have made it. Some days it hurts worse than others. Oddly, that is okay. It helps me understand others who have lost much. So many have lost far more than we have, sometimes their whole families, and my heart breaks for them.
You are better with words than you think...
Many blessings,
Pat
Firstly - thank you for your visit to Tracey's virtual memorial.
I believe that every parent suffers so much pain when a child is taken to soon - irresepctive of how death occurs. - the void and the lonliness overrides the cause of death. The huge question of why? will never be answered for anyone of us. We all cling to memories and do the best we can to live instead of exist.
I pray each day that every parent who has lost a child will see the beauty and joy that we are blessed with, from a small butterfly to a lightening bolts across the sky and these will help in some small way to bring some peace into their hearts.
Carol -- that is really beautiful. thank you.
Blessings,
Pat