Timothy James Pereira DaSilva

My deepest condolences.  May these few words from the Holy Scriptures bring you comfort in your time of grief...

John 11:32-45

32 And so Mary, when she arrived where Jesus was and caught sight of him, fell at his feet, saying to him: “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would not have died.” 33 Jesus, therefore, when he saw her weeping and the Jews that came with her weeping, groaned in the spirit and became troubled; 34 and he said: “Where have YOU laid him?” They said to him: “Lord, come and see.” 35 Jesus gave way to tears. 36 Therefore the Jews began to say: “See, what affection he used to have for him!” 37 But some of them said: “Was not this [man] that opened the eyes of the blind man able to prevent this one from dying?”

38 Hence Jesus, after groaning again within himself, came to the memorial tomb. It was, in fact, a cave, and a stone was lying against it.39 Jesus said: “TAKE the stone away.” Martha, the sister of the deceased, said to him: “Lord, by now he must smell, for it is four days.”40 Jesus said to her: “Did I not tell you that if you would believe you would see the glory of God?” 41 Therefore they took the stone away. Now Jesus raised his eyes heavenward and said: “Father, I thank you that you have heard me. 42 True, I knew that you always hear me; but on account of the crowd standing around I spoke, in order that they might believe that you sent me forth.” 43 And when he had said these things, he cried out with a loud voice: “Laz´a·rus, come on out!” 44The [man] that had been dead came out with his feet and hands bound with wrappings, and his countenance was bound about with a cloth. Jesus said to them: “Loose him and let him go.”

45 Therefore many of the Jews that had come to Mary and that beheld what he did put faith in him;

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MEMORIES

Life stands still and aches with memories.

Memories that aches so deeply of a precious life cut too short.

My son Patrick who left me behind to grieve

a loss that has no words, no definition,

no explanation, no concept.

I am left only with sorrowful feelings that linger deep

within my wounded soul reminding me to hold on to those

bittersweet memories.

These memories which came from a life that I love

so dearly and treasure.

God, help me to keep those powerful memories

because today I cherish them more than my own existence,

for it is my memories of my son Patrick, who is my life and

my light until the end.

Dedicated to my son Patrick Christian Barbosa

Angel’s Call
by Ron Tranmer ©

An angel in a robe of white
came to me as I slept last night.
She smiled and whispered in my ear,
“It’s time for you to come, my dear.”

“ Though time was short since you were born,
you’ve earned the crown without the thorns.
God knows the sweetness of your soul.
Your spirit and heart are pure and whole”

I asked if I could say goodbye,
to Mom and Dad who were nearby.
The angel smiled, and said with a nod,
“I’m sure that will be ok with God.”

Did you feel my kiss goodbye,
and the tears that fell from my eyes?
Have trust in God, though I must go.
Just like me, He loves you so.

He will comfort, and hold your hand,
and help you so you’ll understand.
And when your heavenly call comes too,
with outstretched arms I’ll come to you.

"There is a special Angel in Heaven  
That was apart of me,
That isn't where I wanted but were God wanted Him to be,
He was here but for A moment,
Like A night time shooting star,
And though He is in heaven, 
He touched the hearts of many, like only Angels do,
I would've held him every mimute,
If in the end I ever knew...
So I send this special message...
To heaven up above,
"Please take care of my ANGEL TIM and send Him all my LOVE" xoxoxox Mom Loves YOU xoxoxox