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Dedication Page
This site is dedicated to my late husband & the boys' father, Shane, who was killed in a car accident on Sept. 29, 2000; coincidentally, one month after I created this site.  He was a terrific father and a loving husband. He was the funniest, most caring, and most affectionate person I have ever known. The boys and I miss him more than words could possibly express.
He was very proud of this web site and anything else I or his kids accomplished, so my plan is to keep it up the best I can.
Shane, we'll meet again, I know. I'll just have to miss you until then. We all love you very much. I thank God for having you in my life, even though it was for only a little while.

This is an original poem I wrote for my husband:

For Shane, my Love

You were the love I was born for
Holding you in my arms was a gift
Now you’re gone my spirit dies slowly
Left in this mire I sift

So much pain I could have never imagined
The loss of you has left me cheated
But deep in my heart I hold the love
That even death has not defeated

So now I am left behind to mourn
A love that made me whole
Left here on earth chained to this pain
Left here with half a soul

I pray to a God who does not answer
I beg to have you here again
My hot tears go unnoticed and ignored
My request like spitting in the wind

Shattered and scattered is the life I’ve known
Trying to learn what I was left here for
Waiting until the day I can see you again
And touch your face once more

All the best laid plans we had
Are forever stuck in my head
Running round and round constantly
Undone and unsaid

I’ll try to breathe each breath
And I will try to live and be brave
But the love I had with you , my sweet
Will be all I take to my grave.

I love you,

Stephanie




Should You Go First

Should you go first and I remain
To walk the road alone,
I'll live in memory's garden, dear,
With happy days we've known.
In Spring I'll watch for roses red
When fades the lilac blue,
In early Fall when brown leaves call
I'll catch a glimpse of you.

Should you go first and I remain
For battles to be fought,
Each thing you've touched along the way
Will be a hallowed spot.
I'll hear you voice, I'll see your smile,
Though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
Will buoy me on with hope.

Should you go first and I remain
To finish with the scroll,
No length'ning shadows shall creep in
To make this life seem droll.
We've known so much of happiness,
We've had our cup of joy
And memory is one gift of God
That death cannot destroy.

Should you go first and I remain,
One thing I'd have you do;
Walk slowly down that long, lone path,
For soon I'll follow you.
I'll want to know each step you take
That I may walk the same.
For someday, down that lonely road,
You'll hear me call your name.

~Albert Rowswell


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