2007

In Memory
Trevor Richard Dicks

 Little I knew that morning, 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 me went with you, the day God called you home.

You left us beautiful memories, your love is still our guide
And though we can not see you, you are always by my side
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.

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Shirley Dicks

When Tomorrow Starts Without Me

When tomorrow starts without me, and I am not there to see
If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled with tears for me.
I wish so much you would not cry, the way you did today.
While thinking of the many things, we did not get to say.

I know how much you love me, as much as I love you.
And each time that you think of me  I know you will miss me too.
But when tomorrow starts without me    Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,   And took me by the hand.

And said my place was ready, In heaven far above,
And that I would have to leave behind, All those I dearly loved.
But when I walked though heavens gates, I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me, from His great golden throne.

He said " This is eternity,  and all I promised you."
Today for life on earth is past, but here it starts anew.
I promise no tomorrow, for today will always last,
And since each days the same way, there is no longing for the past.

So when tomorrow starts without me, do not think were far apart.
For every time you think of me, I am right there in your heart.

David M. Ramano

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Trevor found himself involved in drugs, alcohol and full of anger and hatred at the system that put innocent people on death row.

And yet, he bared his soul to tell his story to the teens, telling about his road to destruction, and back again.  We'd talk to the school kids with a DVD I taped on TN death row and it made a big impact on the teens.  Trevor had so much to give and he was taken way too soon.

I'm not allowed to see Trevor's two children after his death and he'd of been shocked at his ex wife for doing this to them.  Grandparents don't have rights any more.  It's too bad but then again, Trevor was the one who raised them until his death and if not for Robin, he'd still be alive today.

Mothers shouldn't have to bury their children, and yet they do it every day.  As you said when Jeff was killed, your story will be told, and I'm saying it now.  

Both of your stories will be told and your name will live on.

When I came back to Tn from NC where Trevor was laid to rest beside his big brother, I found a package for Mothers Day.  Since Jeff was killed on Mothers Day, I don't celebrate the day and my kids know this.  And yet for some reason, this year, Trevor not only sent me a package, but he also included a package for his sister, Maria for Mothers Day, which he's never done before.

I don't know if we somehow feel that we won't be here, or that something is going to happen to us, but I know that Trevor usually sent me money for Mothers Day, and he's never sent Maria anything for that day.

But something made him do it this year, a month after Mothers Day.  He'd sent a photo of him and me and on the back he wrote,

 
"I love you mom. You are always in my heart. The older I get the more of you I see in me.  Thanks mom for teaching me how to love when all I knew was hate.  You never once let me down.  Not once.  I would not have all I have today, including my dreams if it wasn't for you.  You are truly the greatest and I love you...Trevor

A Mothers Torment by  Shirley Dicks

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We're Alike
By: Judy Dickey

We're alike, You and I. We've never met, Our faces would be those Of strangers if we met,
We would barley perceive The other's presence If we passed on Our walk through the mists.
We're unknown to each other Until the terrible words   Have been spoken: "My Child Died"

We're alike you and I. We measure time  In seconds and eternities. We try to go forward to yesterday.
Tomorrows are for whole people  And we are incomplete Now the tears, After a time,

Turn inward to become  Invisible to all except you and me.  Our souls are rumpled  From wrestling
With demons and doubts   And unanswered prayers.  "Give Me Back My Child"

We're alike you and I  The tears that run down your face  Are my tears and the wound  In your souls is my pain, too.
We need time,  But time is our enemy, For it carries us  Farther and farther From our lost child.

And we cry out: "Help Me"  We're alike you and I  And we need each other.
Don't turn away,  But give me your hand  And for a time  We can cease to be strangers
and become what we truly are,  A family closer than blood,  United by a bond that  Was forced upon us -
But a bond that   Can make us stronger  For our sorrows are shared. 
"We Need Not Walk Alone"