Celebrating the Life of Bryce Christian Herrera

	Click Thumbnails below to view. Light a Candle		We will remember Bryce not for how he died but for how he lived. My Son Lives in Paradise The dust has settled on the things That I have stored away A favorite toy, for little boy A jar of dried out clay. A photograph when you were young Sits quietly on the shelf Thoughts of you come drifting back I just can’t help myself. A drawing that you made for me When you were very small Is framed within this heart of mine And hangs upon the wall. A scrapbook lies within the room Where you once laid your head Your favorite book, a model car The pillow on your bed. I miss you coming in from school “Hey mom, it’s me, I’m home” I miss the little words and hugs The special times we’ve known. A part of me just disappeared The day you went away An empty space now fills my heart There are no words to say. A closet filled with memories Of happy days gone by A baseball cap and souvenir Why did you have to die? The trophies that you won at school Stand proudly on display Your many friends can’t understand Why God called you away. I hear your voice within the halls It echoes in the night I see you in the evening mist And in the morning light. So many things you left behind Are now a memory But little arms that held me tight Will always stay with me. An empty space now fills my heart My boy, my child, my son You’ve gone into another world Where golden dreams are spun. I do not know the answers It‘s not for me to know But I will know the truth one day Just why you had to go. My turn will come to leave this world I’ll gaze into your eyes God’s perfect plan will be revealed Up there in paradise. Author/Written By: Marilyn Ferguson ©2005 www.marilynspoetry.com If you are having suicidal thoughts, we encourage you to take action now, before they get worse, before they get out of control. We want you to get help. We want you to live. Bryce would want you to live. National Lifeline: 1.800.273.TALK (1.800.273.8255) National Hopeline: 1.800.SUICIDE (1.800.784.2433) Your local emergency help: 911		Recordings of Bryce Part of Bryce's Legacy are the people he left behind. To read the notes Bryce's family and friends left on his casket, please visit the Legacy Gallery by clicking on the photo.

We will remember Bryce not for how he died but for how he lived.

My Son Lives in Paradise
The dust has settled on the things
That I have stored away
A favorite toy, for little boy
A jar of dried out clay.

A photograph when you were young
Sits quietly on the shelf
Thoughts of you come drifting back
I just can’t help myself.

A drawing that you made for me
When you were very small
Is framed within this heart of mine
And hangs upon the wall.

A scrapbook lies within the room
Where you once laid your head
Your favorite book, a model car
The pillow on your bed.

I miss you coming in from school
“Hey mom, it’s me, I’m home”
I miss the little words and hugs
The special times we’ve known.

A part of me just disappeared
The day you went away
An empty space now fills my heart
There are no words to say.

A closet filled with memories
Of happy days gone by
A baseball cap and souvenir
Why did you have to die?

The trophies that you won at school
Stand proudly on display
Your many friends can’t understand
Why God called you away.

I hear your voice within the halls
It echoes in the night
I see you in the evening mist
And in the morning light.

So many things you left behind
Are now a memory
But little arms that held me tight
Will always stay with me.

An empty space now fills my heart
My boy, my child, my son
You’ve gone into another world
Where golden dreams are spun.

I do not know the answers
It‘s not for me to know
But I will know the truth one day
Just why you had to go.

My turn will come to leave this world
I’ll gaze into your eyes
God’s perfect plan will be revealed
Up there in paradise.

Author/Written By:
Marilyn Ferguson
©2005
www.marilynspoetry.com