Category Archives: poems

A Tribute to Vicki

Vicki Kay Coit



You are nestled in your Heavenly Father’s arms.

You are missed You are loved You are safe You are home.


He leads me beside quiet waters; He restores my soul…

…And I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.



Ministry of Love

“Death and the Dying” are with us every day. Two reality items in any newspaper are the birth and death announcements. We may not always be aware of either unless it affects us personally.

As we welcome someone into this life, we also say goodbye eventually. The goodbye generates the pain and grief of losing a loved one. In the world of death and the dying, there is a great need for assistance to find the way through the valley of death back to the living.

It is the purpose of this website to provide that assistance. The Memory Bears are a therapeutic tool made from the clothing of the deceased loved one.

Information and contacts for requesting memory bears are in the categories at the top of this page. Every request begins with a phone call.



I see you in the shadows

And in the light of day.

You’re in the morning sunrise

And in the sunsets ray.


Memories become part of our life each day. Without conscious effort, we think of our loved one and see them in the moments in each day. We remember a sunset shared; a walk together in the morning sunrise; sitting, no words spoken, listening to the quiet of the evening. In the shadows…in the light of day…just around any corner…or behind the ring of a phone, we find ourselves remembering.

I Work in Hospice

It is common knowledge that most people do not want to talk about death and dying. Everyone knows they will die someday, but maybe think if they don’t talk about it, then it won’t happen. To them, denial is better than talking about death.

This may surprise some of you, but the health care field is the same way. Most work in areas where saving lives is the goal. In hospice, the goal is to help the terminal patient live a quality life, then die with dignity and not alone.

I always smiled when another nurse who did not work in hospice would ask where I worked. When I told them “hospice” the conversation was over before it began.

We are all going to die someday and along the way be touched by death, yet so many spend so much wasted energy fighting against the idea of death. Many will live their entire life with the dread of death in the back of their mind. I personally believe that until you make peace with the reality of death, you cannot truly live because death is a very real part of life.

Here He Lies Where He Longed to Be

Our son, Jon Brian Wright, passed away nine years ago, today. His ashes were committed to the deep off of the north fishing pier at the Skyway Bridge in Tampa. He had fished there many times and it was his wish to return once more.

Ships were entering and exiting the harbor. A lighthouse could be seen in the distance as pelicans rested on the waters where Jon found his final rest. A sting ray swam by along with two hammer head sharks and with blue skies above, some fishermen were already hoping to catch the” big one”.

Fair winds and following seas, Jon. Rest easy, son.


“Here he lies where he longed to be;

Home is the sailor, home from the sea,

And the hunter, home from the hill.”

(Robert Louis Stevenson)