Please remember M.I.S.S. in your Holiday and End-of-Year giving!
You can send your memorial donation to:
The MISS Foundation
PO Box 5333
Peoria, Arizona 85385
For: Research, Website, Newsletter, Emergency Care Packets,
Bilingual
Support, 24 hr line, National Expansion
My beloved butterfly passed by my window, He came to wish me Happy Spring.
A smile embellished his brother’s face, but his grieving father never noticed. By the end of the day the metal bars from the greenhouse carpeted the yard of his father’s kingdom.
Only God knows what’s going on inside his head. His sorrowful heart is throbbing, for death has robbed him of all his hopes and dreams for his beloved first born. He pounded away with such force, ignoring the beauty of the outdoors. When he stopped to catch his breath, he stood bewildered for he is a prisoner of grief. Devastation has soiled his spirit and buried his heart beneath layers of guilt. In the south, his sugar maples have been abandoned, his former English herb garden shamefully overgrown. Thyme growing out of control. He stood surrounded by all of the things that once brought him extreme pleasure. When he was the King of his castle.
My beloved butterfly made one last attempt to wipe the sweat from his father’s brow...And then he flew away.
-Debra Scarturro (c) 1993
To those I have loved and lost, but will always remember.
Shawn (1974-1992), Little Mille (1994-95), Mishi (1999-2000)
