Trevor's Mom Has Gone Home, They're together again - forever Options

[Gretta's Mom]

Dear friends who loved Trevor and his mom (and that seems like half the world - they were miraculous souls)

Trevor's mom joined him in the Perfect World on April 9. They are now reunited, never to be parted again. If it's not too inappropriate, here is a poem I wrote to her. If it is, and the site admin takes this post down, I'll understand and repost.

Little Sister, where are you?
Little Sister, so very tiny – every drop of blood exchanged for life (a total blood replacement at birth)
Little Sister, so very little – of the curly blonde hair and sharp teeth (she bit HARD as a toddler)
Little Sister – screaming in the night no one could wake you up (nightmares from brain effects of the blood transfusion)
Little Sister – I look around for your spirit but I don’t see it, I don’t feel it.
Little Sister – Are you gone forever? Will I never feel your spirit like I felt the spirits of Rufus and Gretta? (my two dogs)
Little Sister – I am here to be with you as we had always planned, but you are gone. Now every city looks the same, the same without you.
Little Sister – You are my heart, you are half of everything I am.
Little Sister – Dreamer dreams lonely dreams and Kelly walks in circles looking for you. I do my best to love them – but they know. (her two dogs)
Little Sister – Maybe I will have to leave your house in order for your spirit to find me.
Little Sister – In the end I could not help you, I could not save you. I am so sorry.
Little Sister – Did you take a part of my heart with you? Does it hurt so much that I can’t feel it?
Little Sister – Did you leave a part of your heart with me? I hope so. Oh how I hope so. Oh how I miss you. Oh how I love you.
Little Sister, little star. How do I know which one you are?

Gretta and rufus's mom

[Gretta's Mom]

Hi dearest sister of all times,

You're in heaven now so you know how much I miss you each and every day. I don't drive on Glydon Avenue now, I go on Bond avenue instead so I can pass by your physical resting place and say hi to you and daddy.

Your chair is empty now but the tray table is still upended on it to keep Kelly off. And you blue prayer shawl is still on the back. It's only YOU who aren't there. I look at the picture with you holding an infant and you have that smile on your face that is one of pure contentment.

Since the dogs are not on the exact same schedule every day because I come and go, they are reverting to pooping and peeing in the house. I feel sorry for them - they have been through so much loss and now I, to whom they have gotten so attached, and who I'm sure they thought would live here forever, am in the irregular come-and-go mode. But I do the best I can because I love them like I love you.

If you could, please send me a thought about what heaven is like and how you and daddy and all the dogs are living. There will be a great big beautiful rottweiler coming to heaven today. His name is Kal-El. He belonged to Shane Meyer, someone I met on Lightning Strike. I started corresponding with him when he lost his previous dog, also a giant rottweiler. He had Kal-El about as long as I had Rufus and he loved him as much as a love Rufus. Unfortunately, Kal-El got cancer of something about six months ago. Shane put him on chemo and he was doing fine until about a week ago, when it was discovered that the cancer had spread to his bones. He stopped eating, lay down almost all the time and Shane decided that he would break his own heart once more so that great Big beautiful Kal-El could be out of pain and could be in the Perfect World. Could you round up our posse and go and meet Kal-El at heaven's door and give him a great big welcome? Tell him his dad loves and misses him so much he could lay down and die himself but he won't. Maybe all of you could join in a giant send-down of love rays to Kal-El's dad so he knows Kal-El is safe and sound and that they WILL one day be reunited. Maybe you guys could think of a signal Kal-El could send to his dad - like Mom sent me feathers and Trevor sent you butterflies and I think daddy is sending me pennies. Some time when Kal-El feels better (oops, he's in the PERFECT WORLD) ask him about the little turtles his dad raises. Our dad will LOVE Kal-El because he is so big and kind and gentle. And please ask the Good Shpeherd to send a blessing down on Shane in honor of all the love and care he gave to Kal-EL and to soothe his broken heart just a tiny bit. Stan told me that many years ago in comic books, Stan told me that many years ago in comic books, Superman's real name was Kal-El.

Little sister, your heart is a big as the universe when it comes to dogs. Please give Kal-El a great big hug from his dad and stroke his beautiful head and tell him he had the best dad in the world.

I love you, Little Sister

Hi Gretta!
Hi Rufus!