In Memory of our precious sons,

Benjamin John Cusick 

and 

Matthew Thomas Cusick

In honor of our precious sons, my husband and I put much hard work, energy, time and most of all, love, into a memorial garden in the front yard of our new home.   A generous thank you to all who contributed memorials to the pond.  It will be a constant reminder of the gifts our sons gave us during their short time here on earth.

The smaller statue reminds me of Benjamin, and how he 

would squat when he played with his toys.

The bigger statue reminds me of how Matthew would 

be in heaven...watching over his baby brother, Ben.

A view with the yard in the background.

A view of the pond within the larger garden area.

The walkway leading through the garden.

We love you, boys.  Take care of each other, and one day, 

we will all be together again.

Never Far Away 

by : Mary M. Green

I'm gone now, but I'm still very near.
Death can never separate us.
Each time you feel a gentle breeze,
It's my hand caressing your face.
Each time the wind blows,
It carries my voice whispering your name.
When the wind blows your hair ever so slightly,
Think of it as me pushing a few stray hairs back in place.
When you feel a few raindrops fall on your face,
It's me placing soft kisses.
At night look up in the sky and see the stars shining so brightly.
I'm one of those stars and I'm winking at you and smiling with delight.
For never forget you're the apple of my eye.