Dustin Rawls September Mornings

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September use to be a month I looked forward to. Dustin a year older and another dream and thoughts of his life ambition for the year. Dustin lived life to the fullest each and every year of his life here on earth and I know he is still, now in Heaven. September now for me is Dustin's Birthday here on earth and also his Anniversary in Heaven. This is my first year and the fear of this approaching is so great and I ask myself why the feeling of fear. But only God knows why the emotions a mom has each and every day. A friend sent me this song "Wake Me Up When September Ends" which is what is playing on this page. I know Dustin is safe and happy. I try to picture him dancing and singing and laughing in Heaven with family and friends and new friends, some days the picture is so clear and some all I can see is Dustin walking in my door with something goofy to say and a big hug and that beautiful smile! As all moms that have lost a child a piece of your heart died then too but we know a piece is in heaven with our child and a heartful of memories left here on earth. I love and miss you every day Dustin! Mother

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Dustin Marshall Rawls

September 2, 1982 - September 27,2007

My Son , My Heart

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WAKE ME UP WHEN SEPTEMBER ENDS

Green Day

Summer has come and passed

The innocent can never last

wake me up when September ends

like my fathers come to pass

seven years has gone so fast

wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again

falling from the stars

drenched in my pain again

becoming who we are

as my memory rests

but never forgets what I lost

wake me up when September ends

summer has come and passed

the innocent can never last

wake me up when September ends

ring out the bells again

like we did when spring began

wake me up when September ends

here comes the rain again

falling from the stars

drenched in my pain again

becoming who we are

as my memory rests

but never forgets what I lost

wake me up when September ends

Summer has come and passed

The innocent can never last

wake me up when September ends

like my father's come to pass

twenty years has gone so fast

wake me up when September ends

In my Fathers house are many mansions; if it were not so I would have told you.I go to prepare a place for you. And if I go and prepare a place for you I will come again, and receive you unto myself, that where I am you may be also."-John 14:2-3

There is nothing to compare
to the miracle of birth
Few words to share
that will equal it's worth.

In the twinkle of an eye
a new life is formed.
And for a lifetime
a mother's heart is warmed.

In your beginning
a dream coming true.
Open arms awaiting
a miracle such as you.
(c) 1998 Michele

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