Troy Anthony Mitchell

The most beautiful things in this world cannot be seen or even touched,
they must be felt with the heart ♥ღ♥

   




























  
   
  

This memorial website was created to honor the memory of
our dearly loved son and brother

       Troy Anthony Mitchell  
Aged 27 years, 1 month and 4 days 

 Sunrise: February 13,1981 ~ Swan Hill, Victoria
Sunset: March 17, 2008 ~ Adelaide, South Australia 

Cherished son of Edwina and Terry

Adored brother of Katherine

Much Loved brother-in-law and God-brother
to Peter,  Benjamin and Kimberley.

Adored Uncle of Jaiden, Chloe and little Aithan Troy
who we ensure will know him through our memories.
  

 Loved Grandson of Alice & Don Grant, Frank & Heather Mitchell.

     




Our family chain is broken
and nothing seems the same,
but as God calls us one by one
the chain will link again.

The Cord

We are connected, My child and I,
By an invisible cord, Not seen by the eye.  

It's not like the cord that connects us til birth,  
This cord can't be seen by any on earth.  

This cord does it's work right from the start,  
It binds us together, Attached to my heart.  

I know that it's there, Though no one can see,
The invisible cord from my child to me.  

The strength of this cord is hard to describe,
It can't be destroyed, It can't be denied.  

It's stronger than any cord man could create,
It withstands the test, Can hold any weight.  

And though you are gone and not here with me,
The cord is still there, But no one can see.  

It pulls at my heart, I am bruised..I am sore,
But this cord is my life line, As never before.  

I am thankful that god connects us this way,
A mother and child...Death can't take that away!  

~ Author Unknown

   There was a boy who stole my Heart and I called him

      














  





A Dad Hurts Too

It must be very difficult, to be a man in grief;
Since "men don't cry" and "men are strong", he smiles through his tears.

It must be very difficult, to stand up to the test;
And field the calls and visitors, so she can get some rest.

He goes through his day doing what he's supposed to do;
But a piece of his heart has been ripped away. a dad hurts too.

They always ask if shes alright, and what she's going through;
But seldom take his hand and ask "my friend, but how are you?"

He hears her crying in the night, and thinks his heart will break;
He dries her tears and comforts her, but stays "strong" for her sake.

It must be very difficult, to start each day anew;
And try to be so very brave ~  "he lost his child too!"

There is no time like the old time

when you and I where young

Brother and Sister forever

        








Perhaps they are not stars in the sky
but rather openings in Heaven
where our loved ones shine through
to let us know they are happy
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The Most beautiful things in this world,
Cannot be seen or even touched,
They must be felt within the heart. 

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The link below will direct you to youtube.
This song was kindly Written and produced by Bendigo's Queen of country music
Olive Bice Oam and Peter Sheahan, with the intentions to help with my grieving process
but most importantly to me it is away of keeping my sons memory alive.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yyS1DwRHFoc





Please feel free to include your precious Angel on Troy's Angel friends page.
It is my way to help keep your Angels memory alive.

Troy's Angel friends - Troy Anthony Mitchell - Online Memorial Website (last-memories.com)




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