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The Celebration of Kent's Life
The Broken Chain
We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone;
for part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still a guide;
and though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same;
but as God calls us one by one, the Chain will link again.
My son, Kent was born with spinal bifida. We spent alot of time at the hospital when Kent was small. He had 12 surgeries and about 15 hospital stays. We saw so many other children with the same birth defect. Many had so many more complications than Kent that we always felt blest. Even with his birth defects and disabilities he never said I can’t do that.
His strength and courage as a child, teen-ager, and adult always inspired me. He never ever wanted anyone to ever feel sorry for him. The way he carried his cross here on earth made me so proud. When he was in grade school he got tired of kids asking what was wrong with his leg. So he made up stories … one of them was a man with a chain saw cut it off. A little dramatic I know but that was my Kent.
Kent loved baseball and gave 120% or more when he played the game. He had a natural talent and one mother started calling him fire ball. As his mother watching him play I was amazed, one strike after another right down home plate. He played catch all the time with his older brother, Scot and the two of them played with all their might and all their heart. My boys loved baseball.
When he was diagnosed with cancer I had a feeling he knew his days were numbered. Even then he didn’t want anyone to know the pain and feelings he had. He never complained or said he was afraid. He tried to protect me from the inevitable but deep down I knew. Some of his best friends didn’t even know or knew very little how serious his cancer was. Here again he didn’t want them to feel sorry for him.
The pain I experienced as a mother the last month of his life was at times unbearable for me. The last few days I prayed for God to take him. I knew I would be the happiest and also the saddest I had ever been. He held on and fought till the end. Tuesday afternoon I finally went to him and told him how much I loved him and that we would be OK, but it was time to let go. Then Scot and his dad did the same. I felt in my heart he would let go soon as midnight came and went I thought maybe he was waiting for me to leave. So I went back to the room for a few hours. I couldn’t fall asleep and when Scot didn’t come back to get me I went back to the hospital. It was only a few hours and he was gone. He wasn’t perfect he had his hard times and scrapes as well. But he always took responsibility for his mistakes. There was only one perfect man here on earth and he died on the cross. His strength and courage I will always remember.
The Key to Heaven
It's so very difficult to let our loved ones go,
But they're in perfect peace, and that's so comforting to know.
Our hearts will surely miss them, but we miss them with a smile,
Trusting we will see them once again, in just a while.
We close our eyes and picture a world that holds no pain,
A paradise of joy and hope, as gentle as the rain.
There we see our loved ones - they're suffering no more.
It ended when they found the key that opened heaven's door.
Gale Brazilio
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