i stand alone i stand alone and wait i stand alone i stand alone cold and dead i stand alone i stand alone waiting for you i stand alone i stand alone without a soul i'm all alone listeing to the voices in the wind calling my name haunting me, tormenting my spirt the black raven sits on my bed playing games wiht my head the black raven with eyes of gold sees everything i stand alone in the middle of time dying infront of everyone i stand alone as the wind wips through my hair i stand alone the raindrops kissing my skin the tears in which i produce are like blood for a beast i stand alone on the sidewalk where we first meet i stand alone i stand alone waiting for you to come home

I had a chance to meet you...even now the pain isn't going away.Someone once said that time heals all the wounds,he was wrong...you made a place for yourself in my heart and you will stay there forever.I still hope that this is all a bad dream and that i'll wake up tomorow and you'll be alive.I pray for you every day...Yours forever,Kate

You only know how valuable things are ONLY when you don't have them anymore.Please forgive us all for not knowing what we had.I believe that we still have you ,right there where you were supposed to be ALWAYS,among the angels.Rest in peace,my lovely angel and we'll try to follow your way!!! Snezana

In life we meet many people Some will become our friends, But you have touched my heart My problems you help me mend. You're always there to listen And help everyone that you can, With a friend like you on earth Life is much easier to understand. I just wanted to let you know To this world you mean so much, All the kindness and love you share Is always given with an angel's touch. Written & Submitted By: for you my angel

sekoj den izminat se poveke mi falis mnogu rano zamina i ne ostavi vo taga. no na tebe se sekavam so nasmevka zatoa sto se gordeam so angelot koj ne krasese nas i ne pravese posebni kakov sto si i ti poseben, EDEN I EDINSTVEN, PRV I POSLEDEN !!! te sakam najveke zlato pocivaj vo mir te nosam vo moeto srce zasekogas,cuvaj ne od gore angelu !

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To A dearst FRIEND TOSE ROSES ARE RED VIIOLIT IS BLUE YOU ARE MY BEST FRIEND AND YOU MEAN SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO MUCH TO ME GOD BLESS YOU AND ANGELS BE WITH YOU love mary

I believe in angels That they're always hovering near Whispering encouragement When clouds suddenly appear Protecting us from danger And showing us the way Performing little miracles Within our lives each day Yes, I believe in angels And I'm sure you do too And I'm convinced that angels Are always watching over you God Bless You!

I believe in angels That they're always hovering near Whispering encouragement When clouds suddenly appear Protecting us from danger And showing us the way Performing little miracles Within our lives each day Yes, I believe in angels And I'm sure you do too And I'm convinced that angels Are always watching over you God Bless You!

Rano,premnogu rano ni odleta, zamina pod zakrilata na Bog kako uste eden negov ANGEL!!Ni zamina tokmu togas koga nikoj ne ocekuvase.Bolkata po tebe e mnogu golema a zagubata uste pogolema.Nikogas nikoj nema da moze da te zaboravi zosto ti bese covek kakov sto nikogas nikoj nema da se rodi.Ti bese sekogas za sekogo tuka. Sekogas socustvuvase so sekogo,duri i togas koga ne bese vo sostojba ne se otkazuvae davase se od sebe samo drugite okolu tebe da se srekni.A togas bese i ti.I tokmu zaradi toa no i za mnogu drugi raboti ke ostanes vo srcata na site,ZASEKOGAS i pokraj toa sto mozebi fizicki ne si prisuten.sekogas ke te nosime vo nasite misli i srca. pocivaj vo mir angelu.....

Sekoj izminat den bez tebe e se potezok,seuste baram objasnuvanje zosto ne napusti ne mozam da najdam.Svetot mozebi bese premnogu surov za tebe.Te sakam zasekogos.

Jesus on the 4th of July We gather ‘round to celebrate On Independence Day Pay homage to our country As the children run and play. With barbecues and picnics And fireworks in the air The flag we own is proudly flown To show how much we care. The stars and stripes spell freedom She waves upon the breeze While bursts of colors can be seen Above the towering trees. This is all quite wonderful We revel in delight But God above in divine love Has brought this day to light. With just a stroke of liberty A touch of His great hand He gave democracy to us And helped this country stand. The stripes upon our stately flag Were touched by His sweet grace Each star of white that shines so bright Reflects His loving face. So as you turn to face the flag For battles that were fought Be filled with pride for those who died And freedoms that were bought. But don’t forget to thank the One That gives the bright display The reason why we paint the sky On Independence Day Copyright © Marilyn Ferguson 2003 ferguson@adams.net Happy Independence Day! for you my best friend happy forth of july

se poveke mi nedotigas angelu moj .koga pred 2 nedeli bev da go posetam tvojot dom vo Krusevo tolku bese tazno ja nema onaa svetlina koja mislev deka ke me blesne. tvoeto pocivaliste e vistinski raj vo koj prerano zamina . nemozev a da ne pomislam na tebe kolku mal a sepak golem.angel koj vecno ke go nosam vo moeto srce. kolku mnogu spomeni mi se vrtea pred ocive no nikako bar da mi se javese,.so tesko srce stanav od klupata na koja sedev barem za moment blizu do tebe.nisto ne mi progovori. mislev deka sekoj moment tvojot lik ke se pojavi i ke go kaze ona velicestvenoVE SAKAM SITE...............

Denes, utre, zadutre, po dve nedeli, po 3 meseci, po 6 godini, zasekogas ce zivees vo moeto srce. I znaj Tose deka vo sekoj moment od mojot zivot nema da bides zaborave i sekogas ce bides vo moite misli i cuvstva. ANGELU zasekogas ce zivees vo mene. TOSE FOREVER!

to Tose my best friend, I will light candle for you when i go to Macedonian and if your picture is in the church I will go up to it and put my heand on it and say Tose my best friend I love and niss you soooooooooooooooo much and I will naver going to forget you love always and forever mary

Tvojata mladost ke bide zasekogas obelezana vo srcata na site makedonci kade i da se,gordi sto te imaa tebe kako edninstven angel na zamjava koja dodeka postoi ke postois i ti!!! Ve4no sme ti blagodarni i te sakame.....:-((( kako nesto najsveto,najhumano i najpo4ituvano..... Snezana Milojevich-Skopje

to Tose my beloved friend. I just webted to tell you my angel that you mean soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much to me You are in heaveb but stell and always ain our heart I will naver going to forget youuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu I love you Love mary

When god want to tell us what is love he send him, the onlyone andjel The andjel show us how to love everithing we see anh everithing we have I new that andjel for 27 years And the only thing i can say "he miss me very,very I LOVE YOU MY ANDJEL

How sad for a handsome, young man, with so much to live for, to be taken from this life so soon. My prayers are with his family and all his friends and fans in Macedonia and anywhere else in the world. Tose had a beautiful voice, and I really like his style.

If I could hold you one more time like in the days when you where mine I'd look at you 'till I was blind So you would stay

zaista jedan jedini i jedinsteveni nas predivni andeo predivnog jedinstvenog i neponovljivog glasa nas tose zauvijek ostaje u nasim srcima i u srcima buduceg narastaja barem ja necu dopustit da u slijedeci 30 god njegovo ime nestane nikada jer to nije zasluzio ... on ce zauvijek zivjeti u nasim srcima....andele VOLIMO TE.......

te sakam izasekogas ke te nosam vo moeto srce!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! tose najdobar bese,no zosto ne ostavi sami,bez tvojata milna dusa????

This book goes beyond angelic appearances to a keen new awareness of how angels influence world evolution and one's own personal apocalypse. You will explore new research on angels' roles in personal and planetary karma, the angelic hierarchy, the origin and destiny of Christ, archangels and fallen angels, and the meaning of angels in The Revelation. It also includes insights from the apocryphal Book of Enoch and the rich angelic secrets contained in the psychic readings of Edgar Cayce. You'll discover some dramatic true cases of angelic encouters, plus the views of C.S. Lewis, George Ritchie, Rudolf Steiner, Emanuel Swedenborg, and others. love always and forever mary

Moze dusa da mi uvene,mogu da mi izbrisu secanja,mogu sutra da umrem ali nikada te necu Tose zaboraviti.

Eden edinstven,zasekogas vo nasite srca-TE SAKAME MNOGU

I will never forget your face,your song, your eyes and your soul... You will alaways be part of me.. I love you, Tose....

vos te sakam,ai te nemam,moe srce vene ali znaem da me cues i znaj da te nikada necu zaboraviti.SAKAM TE.

Did I disappoint you or let you down? Should I be feeling guilty or let the judges frown? 'Cause I saw the end before we'd begun, Yes I saw you were blinded and I knew I had won. So I took what's mine by eternal right. Took your soul out into the night. It may be over but it won't stop there, I am here for you if you'd only care. You touched my heart you touched my soul. You changed my life and all my goals. And love is blind and that I knew when, My heart was blinded by you. I've kissed your lips and held your head. Shared your dreams and shared your bed. I know you well, I know your smell. I've been addicted to you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I am a dreamer but when I wake, You can't break my spirit - it's my dreams you take. And as you move on, remember me, Remember us and all we used to be I've seen you cry, I've seen you smile. I've watched you sleeping for a while. I'd be the father of your child. I'd spend a lifetime with you. I know your fears and you know mine. We've had our doubts but now we're fine, And I love you, I swear that's true. I cannot live without you. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. And I still hold your hand in mine. In mine when I'm asleep. And I will bear my soul in time, When I'm kneeling at your feet. Goodbye my lover. Goodbye my friend. You have been the one. You have been the one for me. I'm so hollow, baby, I'm so hollow. I'm so, I'm so, I'm so hollow...

to Tose, my beloved friend hugs and kissies l naver naver going to forget I love you and i always will love you my best friend Please send me a sighn and tell me you are watching over me from heaven and tell me you are waiting for me with open arms up there I love you love mary

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Neither of us really believed it would happen so soon! The last time we talked, you told me that you were close to the end, but I never suspected it would be in three days. You called me to tell me your opinion of my new literature book, Inside of Medicine. I asked you to write down your thoughts, but you declined, saying that you could not lift a pen. Still, your voice was clear and strong, the tone certain, and your words charming as always. You even laughed, and I laughed with you, because your jokes were always great. You especially liked the story on the absurdity of health system financing, saying that, in the end, one is forced to steal if one wants to do the job right, as taught in medical school. I called you at home the next day. You were in hospital, but I did not worry too much (people rightfully tell me that I would make a poor clinician!). You had mentioned that you would go to the hospital for assessment of the fever you had had for some time. Then I called you on your cell phone and the answering machine politely said I could leave a message. The next day I called again, but this time the line was silent. Then I learned that you had died. When you died, anybody may die. Did you know, my friend, that you would die so soon, on Sunday, March 26, 2006? If you did, you were a brave man, because you sounded so calm; if you did not, you were a happy man. I admire both the brave and the happy. Thank you for talking to me at that time. I loved the way you talked. You told better jokes and had a better voice than I did. We both used hard Mediterranean words, often rude and cruel, unaware of their effect on gentler people from the north. We talked about poetry, women, and Dalmatia. You tried to talk about sailing, but I am a mountain man and do not care about the sea. I tried to talk about scientific publishing, but you were a surgeon, and surgeons do not care about publishing. You yearned to talk about vascular surgery, but you knew my attitude toward surgery and surgeons, so you did not push it. I wanted to talk about your poetry, but you sensed that an editor in me was talking, and withdrew in time. So I have never been able to get to publish your poetry, although we wanted to present another physician-poet in the Croatian Medical Journal. OK, maybe you would be embarassed, because it is questionable whether rough professionals as surgeons are supposed to write romantic, even love poetry. You loved surgery – such a gentle soul, a witty mind attracted to the profession so prescribed, physically demanding, and emotionally exhausting. Would it not have been better if we had sat down (over a gallon of beer) and – wrote, or at least talked about Dalmatian Hinterland, gorgeous white-stone towns, vineyards, women? With warm hearts, open hands, and lots of great jokes. Have we really been friends? We liked each other very much from the first time we met, but we were too old, to scarred, to smart to plan, dream or initiate a real friendship. Friendships can be painful, so we both settled for casual meetings. Yet we always talked about important things in life, like love, friendship, parenthood (we are both parents, a job more demanding than surgery). I would make a poor friend: lately, you were talking about art more than about medicine, but you were also giving me hints about your illness. However, I never guessed what you were actually trying to tell me, that you were ill and knew of the illness. I thank you for calling me to share you thoughts on my book “Inside of Medicine”, which I had sent you shortly before you went to hospital. It was fascinating how perfectly you understood what I wanted to say in that book, which reflects both of our lives in medicine. You analyzed it with surgical precision, pinning down the message I wanted to convey to the reader. You did it in your witty, Mediterranean style, with a mixture of calmness and passion that people liked in you so much. Thank you, my friend. When it came to you, I have always been late – late to convince you to send a manuscript to the Croatian Medical Journal, late to finalize our plans for a thematic issue on vascular surgery, late to extract your poetry from you. Late for the last gift you could have given me – one more encounter. Now, it is too late for everything but for writing to you, for thanking you. You died and we mourn you. But I do not want to be late to say, without shame, that I write to you with a smile as well, with a joke on my lips. But actually, we do not need to crack another joke – we know how and why we laughed, we set standards for funny but smart things. You know. I am so sorry that you’re gone! I cannot do anything else but say that. So long, my friend, so long. Soon, I will meet you. No need to set the place and time, because the place is known, and time does not exist. Just order a beer and sharpen your tongue. Beer is a paradise food, poetry God’s gift, soccer a heavenly game, and sailing (on clouds) desirable. For good people, the times are always good.