In Loving Memory Of
BEN PRESTON
Oct. 10, 1980 – Sept. 2, 2007
On His Anniversary In Heaven “My mom is a survivor, or so I’ve heard it told. But I can hear her crying when all the others are in bed. I watch her lie awake at night and go to hold her hand. She doesn’t know I’m with her to help her understand. But like the sands upon the beach that never wash away … I watch over my surviving mom who thinks of me each day. She wears a smile for others … a smile of disguise, but through heaven’s open door, I see tears flowing from her eyes. My mom tries to cope with my death, to keep my memory alive. But anyone who knows her, knows it’s her way to survive. As I watch over my surviving mom, through heaven’s open door … I try to tell her angels protect me for evermore. I know that doesn’t help her … or ease the burden she bears. So if you get a chance, talk to her … and show her that you care. For no matter what she says … no matter what she feels, my surviving mom has a broken heart, that time won’t heal.” RIP Ben
Forever in my heart, Love, Mom
May your spirit soar in freedom from the fears that gripped so tight. May you find the peace you searched for as you wandered lost, in the night. May your tortured mind be calm and clear, and your tender heart warm. May you have no need for strength now. May there never be another storm. May the music of the angels be the sweet sounds that you hear. As you’re rocked in heaven’s cradle may you never shed another tear. We will wear your memory proud and think of you everyday, although life without you is hard, we will continue to make our way. Love and miss you always,
Scott, Libbie, Ryleigh and Evander
Ben, We love and miss you!
Love, Sam and Jake the Snake