Christmas Morning

I woke up this morning and there was a vast emptiness. Ryan was always full of joy on Christmas morning and would wake us up early to open presents. Ryan always a child, make our Christmas what memories were made from. in 32 years we were never apart at this time of year. My heart aches.

new chapters have birthing pains. We now have to re invent ourselves. We shall go on,
life will be full again. One step at the time. God has given us strength to this point and will continue to uphold us as we move forward.

SON SHINE --- A TRIBUTE TO MY SON RYAN WHO DIED DEC 18,2010

Son Shine
By

Linda Brytak
December 2010

Heart stops,
Squeezes suddenly,
Tears,
Hold harmony hostage

Standing On the pinnacle,
Ryan and angels there.
Buffeted against the wind,
Arms held up in surrender.
Fingers entwined, singing
Songs of eternal praise.

On ebony night they fly.
In auroras’ dress,
shimmering, glittering, throbbing, circling,
embracing the light fantastic.
No air is there between them.
Clutching a moment,
eternity emanates.

Love comes shining through,
Lustrous Phoebe, shines in nights black velvet
Illuminating the way home,
For the weary traveler

Angles lift him up, lest he fall.
Fatal flaws erased,
Triumphant, he no longer waits
Perfection peaks, at heaven’s gate.

At home, at peace, at last.

SON SHINE, A TRIBUTE TO MY SON RYAN, DIED DEC 18, 2010

                                                                   

Son Shine

By

Linda Brytak

                                                                      December 2010

Heart stops,

Squeezes suddenly,                                                                                       

Tears, 

Hold harmony hostage

Standing On the pinnacle,

Ryan and angels there.

Buffeted against the wind,

Arms held up in surrender.

Fingers entwined, singing

Songs of eternal praise.

On ebony night they fly.

In auroras’ dress,
shimmering, glittering, throbbing, circling,
embracing the light fantastic.
No air is there between them.
Clutching a moment,
eternity emanates.

Love comes shining through,

Lustrous Phoebe, shines in nights black velvet

Illuminating the way home,

For the weary traveler

 

Angles lift him up, lest he fall.

Fatal flaws erased,

Triumphant, he no longer waits

Perfection peaks, at heaven’s gate.

At home, at peace, at last.