A MEMORIAL PAGE
In Memory of our loved ones.Thank you all for sharing
Your stories about grief in order to help others.
We can comfort each other. The Robert’s Press family encourages you to share your story with others. Together we can cry, encourage and empower each other to continue to help others through the many forms of grief. Please keep your stories short so others can share their stories. Send your memorial. Attach a photo if possible. Or write: Memorial c/o Robert's Press, 272 Vansickle Road, St.Catharines, Ontario L2S 2T1 Canada
Stephen Driscoll
In Memory of Stephen Patrick Driscoll
New York City Police Department,
Emergency Service Unit
Died September 11, 2001
World Trade Center attack in New York.
Alan Rose with Christine
In Memory of Alan Rose
When I walked in the door your eyes welted up. I instantly felt that I did the right thing in coming to see you. We sat down on the bed and you covered your mouth to hide the cancer, I touched your hand as to say I still love you, no matter what you look like. You were a different man than what I remembered, that was a man who could conquer, fight, defend and talk about your army days forever. This time your mouth, tongue and voice was taken from you. As the days past I watched as you struggled to do the simplest of things, your frustration was evident.
But, one night I awoke in the room next to you crying, hoping your pain would end. I couldn't take your moaning any longer, I went to lie with you. I don't think you realized I was there. In the morning you surprisingly went outside and pulled out your peddle bike. You were insistent that you could do it by yourself. I acted as the child you remembered and watch in amazement. To my surprise you jumped on the bike and rode it. I couldn't believe it. You then asked if I would make you chocolate chip cookies. You couldn't eat so I ended up eating them all.
That day the Hospice lady came and she told the family you were fine. But I knew in my heart you were not. We wrote back and forth for the rest of the night. I learned more about you that night than in my whole life. I could see you fading but your humour was still there. When I woke up in the mourning on the couch I put your glass of water and tea in front of you. I knelt to my knees and new. You signed I love you forever, I said "forever". You wrote in such a hurry that I hope I read your message correct, "We are ok, go now". I looked confused, but did what you asked. I kissed you goodbye. -Christine Dernederlanden
Robert with Christine
In Memory of Robert John Van Moorsel
My brother Robert accidentally fell over the Niagara Falls Gorge at the age
of 19. He made a bad decision to climb the rail and go to the washroom. His
death had a huge impact on myself and my family. As a family we have taken
our grief and tried to help others realize they are not alone. Robert loved
to ride his motorcycle. It was in the eighties so he liked very heavy metal
music. Robert may not be part of my day physically but he is a very special
part of my memories. -Christine Dernederlanden