My first Holiday's excruciating with a Christmas cry,
my son died three months ago, this is why.
Imagine he was my oldest child, only twenty-four,
our family is devistated, this never happened before.
Here we are a stack of Stavron's, the Christmas card we sent,
Loving Holiday's with my family is how Christmas was spent.
My oldest child has died, I feel like I'm somehow lost,
loosing Matt shattering a hole in my heart, this is what it cost.
Sadly these are bitter memories, yet other's are so sweet,
thank God two other children, keeping me busy, yet I'm beat.
Christmas time is a busy time of year for everyone,
not to busy though, that I don't shed tears just wanting to run.
Never again will we be a family Christmas card, just us five, many years there was much happiness that we all did thrive.
Things have changed, I don't like the way things turned out,
I can do nothing about it except be loving with some clout.
I cry aloud, every part of my being, deep within my heart,
this is what it's like this Christmas since it first did start.
A week and a half til Christmas, relieved with a sigh,
knowing that all my Holiday's with many tears I shall cry.
Written by: Kelle Marie Stavron
December 15, 2007









I can feel the pain in every line you have penned. Losing my son Brian this year too has been the most painful thing I ever went through. I thought my miscarrtiages were painful but not as sorrowful as losing my Brian. A parent should never have to bury their child. You see everyone around enjoying the holidays and you wonder to yourself, don't they see how I am hurting. Most don't unless they are the closest family and friends. They understand. The rest wonder why you are so unhappy and distance themselves. I want to scream sometimes. And I do when I am alone. I hope you find strength in your faith and in God to get you through the holidays. I can't wait till they are over. I wish I could tell you it gets easirer but so far it hasn't for me. Its been 9 months of pain and tears. I will keep you in my thoughts and prayers. God Bless you, Sandy 

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