The tide recedes but leaves bright seashells on the sand,
the sun goes down but gentle warmth still lingers on the land.
The music stops and yet it echoes on in sweet refrains ...
for every joy that passes, something beautiful remains.This memorial website was created to remember our dearest Brendan Lee Stump, Momma's Monkeyshines, (June 5, 1990 to October 2, 2007). You will live forever in our memories and hearts. We miss you. You are now in God's hands and always in our hearts.
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Ask My Mom How She Is
My Mom, she tells a lot of lies.
She never did before.
But from now until she dies,
She’ll tell a whole lot more.
Ask my Mom how she is,
And because she can’t explain,
She will tell a little lie,
Because she can’t explain the pain.
Ask my Mom how she is,
She’ll say “I’m alright.”
If that’s the truth then tell me,
Why does she cry each night?
Ask my Mom how she is.
She seems to cope so well.
She didn’t have a choice you see,
Nor the strength to yell.
Ask my Mom how she is.
“I’m fine. I’m well. I’m coping.”
For God’s sake Mom, just tell the truth.
Just say your heart is broken.
She’ll love me all her life,
I loved her all of mine.
But if you ask her how she is,
She’ll lie and say she’s fine.
I am here in Heaven,
I cannot hug from here.
If she lies to you don’t listen,
Hug her and hold her near.
On the day we meet again,
We’ll smile and I’ll be bold.
I’ll say, “You’re lucky to get in here, Mom,
With all the lies you’ve told!”
