Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come
From God, who is our home:
Heaven lies about us in our infancy!

--Wordsworth’s Ode: Imitations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood

There are many rooms in the Father’s House
just as there are many grades in school.
The period of time we spend on earth is,
but one grade of life.
It is, but a beginning.

--Robert A. Russell

Clint returned to his Home and we will join him one day. Until that time, we know he rests in the palm of God's hands.

"When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy. When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight."

-Kahlil Gibran

 “She clings to the hand of God to keep from going wild, while in His presence comes to know His other hand holds her child”

quote from an Angel Mom

If the eyes had no tears, the soul would have no rainbow.

Native American Proverb

We remember you......

1. kicking mom during the pregnancy and waking her up in the middle of the night.
2. loving to be held. You hated the stroller, car seat, etc.
3. getting into everything as a toddler. We couldn’t keep up with you.
4. carrying the caterpillar all afternoon, so you could share it with dad when he got home.
5. loving to hug. Each morning when you were younger, you had to be held a bit before you started your day. You continued to give hugs even as you grew older.
6. chasing characters for autographs at Disney World.
7. fishing with a net along the shoreline of the ocean.
8. loving to be with your friends....so many friends.
9. sharing a bag of sour gummy worms.
10. attending every birthday party in the neighborhood.
11. jumping on the trampoline for hours.
12. wrestling with your brother.
13. loving sports; baseball, basketball, track.
14. talking on the phone for hours.
15. fixing your hair so it would be just right.
16. shopping.
17. checking out the “babes”.....so many girl friends.
18. washing your new car and conning us into helping you.
19. making us laugh.
20. going to proms and looking so sharp or as you might say looking pimp.
21. expressing joy when something worked out in your favor or when you were right about something with a “Yeah Yaaa”.
22. singing in the shower.
23. driving up the driveway with your car music playing loudly.

I walked a mile with Pleasure.
She chattered all the way,
But left me none the wiser
For all she had to say.
I walked a mile with Sorrow,
And ne’er a word said she;
But oh, the things
I learned from her
When Sorrow walked with me!

—Robert Browning

I carry your heart with me
(I carry it in my heart)

I am never without it
(Anywhere I go you go, my dear;
and whatever is done by only me
is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate
(For you are my fate, my sweet)
I want no world
(for beautiful you are my world, my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root
and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky
of a tree called life;
which grows higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

I carry your heart
(I carry it in my heart)


E. E. Cummings
1958

Only a child knows the beat of their mother's heart from the inside.

I like to think
They are encircling us.
Sunlight in their hair.
Starlight in their eyes.
Holding hands in love
The older ones
Nurturing the younger
Helping them grow.
I like to think they are one
as we are one
a family of love.

by Gloria Grant
TCF/Miami, Fl

When I read this poem, I think of the way Clint assisted younger children at camp.

Grief fills the room up of my absent child
Lies in his bed, walks up and down with me,
Puts on his pretty looks, repeats his words,
Remembers me of all his gracious parts
Stuffs out his vacant garments with his forms:
Then have I reason to be fond of grief.

--Shakespeare, King John

Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak
Whispers the o’er-fraught heart, and bids it break.

--Shakespeare, Macbeth
Jack Standeven