16 Years ...Without You

Please Remember Dawn Marie Sansone today on her Angelversary with an act of Kindness or light a candle in her memory Please

Sadly 16 Years ago today My world changed forever, My Darling Dawn Marie Taken in a moment. Each morning even after all these years I still wake and the first thought is You… and as always just hoping it was a Bad Dream…

.I miss you every day, I miss our talks,cigs on patios, road trips, those hugs you always had for Dad. And most of all “That Smile”

No time ever makes this easier for a parent..Too those who do not know…Time means nothing..To those that live this tragedy know only too well..

I have been blessed to have so many friends and family who have supported my family all these years. Each and every one of your comments has been taken to my heart over these years.

To my children..The memory you keep active of your sister has warmed my heart and know you all miss her as well….Thank you to my wife for being there with me meeting just a few months after Dawn passed and always understanding ..

Also it would take paragraphs to thank the so many who have been a support or inspiration..I Thank You ALL

But to my Friend and Sad Dads Club Co Facilitator Theo Soumilas and my Angel here on Earth Dr Joanne Cacciatore, Who is the founder of the MISS Foundation and who found me lost in December of 2002.
NO WORDS BIG ENOUGH TO SAY THANK YOU…

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I'M WAITING

I Wanted You To Know......
I Was Sitting Here In Heaven
And Having a Wonderful Day.
I Started Thinking about You
And All The Things I Didn’t Get A Chance To Say.

I Don’t Want You To Worry About Me
And Please Don’t Shed Any Tears,
Because I Will Wait For You In Heaven,
If It Takes A Hundred Years.
Everything I Had On Earth
I Have In Heaven Too!

My First Day Here
My Body Became Brand New.
It Is Really Pretty Here
And I Love My New Home,

Although Your Heart Is Broken
Because My Body Is Gone.

My Love Will Always Be There
As You Go Along The Way,

Just Take A Peek Inside Your Heart
There Is Where I’ll Stay.

Know That I Loved My Family
And All My Friends Too,
My Thoughts Will Be With Each Of You
Your Whole Life Through.

In Loving Memory Of Dawn Marie Sansone (Forever 23)
Who Went Home To Be With The Lord –1/2/1978- 11/6/2001

Kindness Day 2017 / Reading of the Children's Names

Published on Aug 20, 2017

As I have the last 6 years and will be placing 100 roses for my daughter Dawn Marie Sansone and All the Children Gone Too Soon at the Angel of Hope in Scottsdale...Join us..

We will also be reading the names of those gone too soon live on Facebook

Join The Sad Dads Club For Kindness Day

Wednesday July 26th @ 6:30pm

We will be having a SPECIAL Sad Dads Club Meeting That Night

OPEN TO ALL, Guys, Gals and Families to honor the children gone too soon for Kindness Day

We will be placing Roses and reading the names of the children gone too soon @ 6:30pm

*** If you would like your child's name read please leave name in comments****@

[330438553754390:https://www.facebook.com/groups/sadda...]

ROSES WILL BE PROVIDED BY SAD DADS CLUB 

Join us live or in spirit !

The Angel of Hope

Hansen Desert Hills Mortuary and Cemetery

6500 East Bell Road

Scottsdale, Arizona85254

If you would like your child's name read please leave name in comments on Sad Dads Page

https://www.facebook.com/groups/sadda...

By Dr Joanne Cacciatore/ MISS Founder

July 27th is International Kindness Project Day, a day when grievers around the world from the U.S. to England to Paraguay to Botswana to Canada to New Zealand will come together to bring their loved one's presence back into the world so that they are remembered.

I never imagined, when I started the Kindness Project in the summer of 1997, that millions of kindness projects would be committed around the globe.

This project was born in my heart on Christmas eve of 1994. I knew I couldn't spend the money that was rightfully Cheyenne's on my other children. So I took that money and bought toys for underprivileged children, and I delivered them alone the day before Christmas. I dropped them off, wanting as much anonymity as possible, got back in my car hurriedly, and wept for nearly an hour.

It was bittersweet, though much more bitter than sweet at this point.

Some months later, I was in a shoe store buying back-to-school shoes for my children. I overheard a family debating which ones of their many children needed shoes more than the others. They all needed them, commented the parents, but they couldn't afford them. I found the store manager, bought a gift card with enough funds on it to pay for all the children's shoes, wrote on a little piece of paper "in memory of Chey", and I quickly left before he gave them the surprise.

It was only 18 months later that the MISS Foundation was born. I didn't name the MISS Foundation - or any of our programs- after Cheyenne. I chose, specifically, not to do that.

Similarly, I valued helping others anonymously, knowing in my heart that Chey's death had left me with a greater sense of compassion and agape for others, but not wanting to be recognized for it. Truly, it was not about some act of nobility. It was pure love for my child, a strong desire to make meaning, and newfound- profound- compassion for others. I wanted to be her hands and feet in the world. I wanted others to know that this little child lived, this little child died, and this little child continued to matter.

And so my anonymous giving grew. And as it did, the paralyzing grief was balanced by something more numinous, more reflexive, and I felt something in the core of my being- something inexplicable- moving me.

At some point, I realized these acts- both the little and the big- were helping me to cope.

And, I thought perhaps it could help others who were bereaved. Because simply, we cannot serve others without serving ourselves. We cannot give to another without giving to ourselves. We cannot bring comfort to another without bringing comfort to ourselves.

The Kindness Project was born about a year after the inception of the MISS Foundation. Born of pain. Born of compassion. Born of a love bigger than death.

And today, now 21 years later, it is much more sweet than bitter.

I invite you all to join us. For them. For each of us. For the entire world.- Joanne Cacciatore

Please visit http://www.missfoundation.org/support... 

to print your FREE cards in English and Spanish and join us in this project tomorrow and every day.

You can also "Like" our Kindness Project page to get updates on the amazing stories we receive from around the world!

Imagine this:

All around the world,

on this one day of the year,

mourners will be transforming their grief into a

powerful message of love, hope, peace, and kindness!

Kindness Day 2017

As I have the last 6 years and will be placing 100 roses for the Children Gone Too Soon at the Angel of Hope in Scottsdale...Join us..

We will also be reading the names of those gone too soon live on Facebook

Join The Sad Dads Club For Kindness Day
Wednesday July 26th @ 7:00pm

We will be having a SPECIAL Sad Dads Club Meeting That Night

OPEN TO ALL, Guys, Gals and Families to honor the children gone too soon for Kindness Day

We will be placing Roses and reading the names of the children gone too soon7:00pm

*** If you would like your child's name read please leave name in comments****@

[330438553754390:https://www.facebook.com/groups/saddadsclub/]

ROSES WILL BE PROVIDED BY SAD DADS CLUB

Join us live or in spirit !

The Angel of Hope
Hansen Desert Hills Mortuary and Cemetery
6500 East Bell Road
Scottsdale, Arizona85254
If you would like your child's name read please leave name in comments on Sad Dads Page

https://www.facebook.com/groups/saddadsclub/

By Dr Joanne Cacciatore/ MISS Founder

July 27th is International Kindness Project Day, a day when grievers around the world from the U.S. to England to Paraguay to Botswana to Canada to New Zealand will come together to bring their loved one's presence back into the world so that they are remembered.

I never imagined, when I started the Kindness Project in the summer of 1997, that millions of kindness projects would be committed around the globe.
This project was born in my heart on Christmas eve of 1994. I knew I couldn't spend the money that was rightfully Cheyenne's on my other children. So I took that money and bought toys for underprivileged children, and I delivered them alone the day before Christmas. I dropped them off, wanting as much anonymity as possible, got back in my car hurriedly, and wept for nearly an hour.
It was bittersweet, though much more bitter than sweet at this point.
Some months later, I was in a shoe store buying back-to-school shoes for my children. I overheard a family debating which ones of their many children needed shoes more than the others. They all needed them, commented the parents, but they couldn't afford them. I found the store manager, bought a gift card with enough funds on it to pay for all the children's shoes, wrote on a little piece of paper "in memory of Chey", and I quickly left before he gave them the surprise.
It was only 18 months later that the MISS Foundation was born. I didn't name the MISS Foundation - or any of our programs- after Cheyenne. I chose, specifically, not to do that.
Similarly, I valued helping others anonymously, knowing in my heart that Chey's death had left me with a greater sense of compassion and agape for others, but not wanting to be recognized for it. Truly, it was not about some act of nobility. It was pure love for my child, a strong desire to make meaning, and newfound- profound- compassion for others. I wanted to be her hands and feet in the world. I wanted others to know that this little child lived, this little child died, and this little child continued to matter.
And so my anonymous giving grew. And as it did, the paralyzing grief was balanced by something more numinous, more reflexive, and I felt something in the core of my being- something inexplicable- moving me.
At some point, I realized these acts- both the little and the big- were helping me to cope.
And, I thought perhaps it could help others who were bereaved. Because simply, we cannot serve others without serving ourselves. We cannot give to another without giving to ourselves. We cannot bring comfort to another without bringing comfort to ourselves.
The Kindness Project was born about a year after the inception of the MISS Foundation. Born of pain. Born of compassion. Born of a love bigger than death.
And today, now 21 years later, it is much more sweet than bitter.
I invite you all to join us. For them. For each of us. For the entire world.- Joanne Cacciatore

Please visit http://www.missfoundation.org/support/kindness
to print your FREE cards in English and Spanish and join us in this project tomorrow and every day.

You can also "Like" our Kindness Project page to get updates on the amazing stories we receive from around the world!


Imagine this:
All around the world,
on this one day of the year,
mourners will be transforming their grief into a

KiddieLand Lover

Check out this great Facebook page for the that loved Kiddieland in Melrose Park, Illinois

https://www.facebook.com/groups/Kiddieland/

June 2017 S.D.C.Group Meeting

WELCOME MR PRESIDENT

"Twas the Night Before Inauguration!"

Twas the night before Inauguration, and up in the tower,
The Donald reflected on his newfound power.
The conservative masses had come out in force,
And delivered a victory that would chart a new course.
The snowflakes were shell-shocked with tears in their eyes,
The media lied to them . . . What a surprise.

They had been promised a Hillary win,
But the criminal Clinton took one on the chin.
And though from all corners celebrities flew,
They made no impression, for they hadn’t a clue.
They talked about climate, racism, and such,
And they made up good stories . . . But didn’t know much.

The fake news and ignorance came at a cost,
And they can’t understand all the reasons they lost.
They blame it on Comey and Bernie and Vlad,
But fail to acknowledge the one that was bad.
Yes, Hillary Clinton, in many ways flawed,
Was her own biggest hurdle toward getting the nod.
The campaign exposed her corruptness and greed, And her speeches were punch-less as ten dollar weed.
So out in the streets there arose such a clatter,

It was Soros-paid protesters and Black Lives Matter.
With cities to pillage and windows to smash,
They knew not the issues, but needed the cash.
Eight years of Obama had given them cause,
To expect a replacement of their Santa Claus.

But soon the protesters will feel the pain,
When the wheels fall off of the old gravy train.
And now all the snowflakes are riddled with fear,
Upset and offended by things that they’ll hear.
The cocoa and crayons will help for a while,
But fact-based opinions will soon cramp their style.
I originally supported, whoever they choose.

He was always my first choice,
The one they call Trump is the one that we need.
I saw him on TV in front of a crowd,
He spoke about veterans, it made me feel proud.
He spoke about energy, safety, and jobs,
Taking this country back from the Washington snobs.
He was dressed in Armani, all tailored and neat,
And the Brunos he wore made the outfit complete.
For a man of his vintage, he seemed rather fit,
And he looked presidential, I have to admit.

His eyes glowed like embers, his smile was the best,
And his hair was the color of my old hunting vest.
His love for this country was on full display,
And his actions spoke louder than his words could say.
He thanked all his voters, and before he was gone,
Saved thousands of jobs while Obama looked on.
The fate of this country left nothing to chance,
So, he filled out his cabinet weeks in advance.

The men he had chosen were of the same mind,
Let’s set the bar high, and not lead from behind.
He picked up his phone as he rose from his seat,
With a flick of his finger, he sent out this tweet;
“Now Mattis!, now Kelly!’ now Sessions! And Pruitt!
On Perry! On Flynn, You’re the ones who can do it.
Start lifting restrictions and building the wall,
Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!”;

The roar of his audience rose from the stands,
He kissed all their babies and shook all their hands.
He answered their questions and calmed all their fears,
They knew it would be a fantastic four years.
Then he jumped in his limo, and off to his jet,
A fellow that Liberals won’t soon forget.

He sent one more tweet as the evening expired;
“Happy Inauguration to all,
AND OBAMA – YOU’RE FIRED!”

Yeah baby ❤️🇺🇸