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	the center for grieving children and adolescents

Dear Touchstone . . .
stories / thoughts / poems


	Kelly's Story I was only 6 when my Mom killed herself. She was having hard times and took a lot of pills. My sister and I live with my Dad and his wife. It is hard to not see her anymore. My family and I went to Touchstone for almost 3 years. It helped a lot to talk to others kids who's parents had died. Some kids there had their brother or sister had died. We did a lot of fun things and now I have things in my room that remind me of my Mom and our good times. I'm 13 now. My sister and I had to grow up fast, but we're okay. I'll always love my Mom and miss her, too.


	There is a Place By Melissa, age 14 There is a place where you and I can go, A place where the conversation is never slow, We play and have fun and talk for hours We talk so much the sun seems to cower. But the sun is not cowering its just going to bed, So I must also rest my head. We pack up our things and get ready to leave, But not before I give my grandpa a squeeze. Then we part our own separate ways, I know we will meet up again someday. Then I woke and realize it's a dream How completely real that fantasy seemed. Even though it was a dream I can still see the green grass gleam, The sky is still sparkling, the water so bright, Even thought it was just a dream tonight. But somehow I know that there is a place where you and me will both be safe. Until we find that place, We must say goodbye, For I am here on earth and you are up there in the sky. We will be together again when I die And it will be like old times again, just you and I.