In Loving Memory Of BENJAMIN R. PRESTON Oct. 10, 1980 – Sept. 2, 2007 It’s true what they say, when a child is born, a mother’s heart is no longer her own. It runs and skips and giggles and grins, and crawls in her lap, for a kiss on the chin, but where goes her heart when that child is gone, is it true what they say, that life goes on. One thousand ninety-five days and the clock still ticks, three whole years, the months – 36, does the passage of time mean it should make sense, can loss be measured in time increments. As I yearn for the day when I’ll again see my son, is it true what they say, that life goes on. I still breathe in and out and arise every day, and work and struggle, and yes even play. Things will get better, I’ve been told many times, but “different” is the status for those left behind, time can’t heal all wounds, nor break all bonds, can it be true what they say, that life goes on. In the air and wind, I feel your strong embrace, and your kisses from butterflies that land on my face, I see your smile in the beams of the sun, the twinkle of your eyes now shines in Eden, and I hear your laugh in the lyrics of song, is it possibly true, that life goes on. I love and miss you! Forever in my heart. Love, Mom It’s hard to believe it’s been three years. Not a day goes by that we don’t think of you and speak your name. Love and miss you more than you could ever know. Scott, Libbie, Ryleigh and Evander Tonight, Sept. 2, 2010, in your memory, we will be holding a spaghetti supper 5-7:30 p.m. at Samuel Wagner School, Winterport. All proceeds will go toward ending domestic violence. Ben Still missing you more than ever. We love you! Love Jake the Snake and Sam
BENJAMIN R. PRESTON
