This Rocky Path   Oh, Dear God, this awful pain! Nothing will ever be the same again. The winds howl, the roll of thunder My soul is being torn asunder. I can not walk this rocky path.   I raise my eyes to heaven to ask Why God, do you ask this task. I know the promises you made, to be near, to give us aid. But, I can not walk this rocky path!   The pain is too great, I cannot bear. The wind whispers, "I care -- Just as your daughter is out of pain, Heaven's gate is her gain. But alone, you will not walk this rocky path."   Peace & acceptance is now mine. At His table, I will dine. With saints gathered at His Throne Our lives and prayers have grown. To teach us that we do not walk this path alone.   Friends, He sent this day To help show us the way Friends, family, all around From here to heaven they abound.  I will not walk this rocky path alone.   His touch, through others, for me His pure beauty of love to see. It is wonderous, as she stands at the throne and it teaches me that we are not alone. I do not walk this rocky path alone..   author - Jean Fredericks November 28th, 1999 written at the death of my daughter, Michele in appreciation to all the family, friends, and the internet friends who gave us their support, prayers and love, at a much needed time...           Gary's letter of thanks to all the internet folks that sent their love, prayers and comfort during this time..      I wanted to take a few moments and thank all of you for your thoughts and prayers.  This has been a most difficult time for me and my children. And your love and prayers have helped to give us strength to face each and every day.     My name is Gary Meyer - Michele was my wife. I am truly blessed to have had Michele as my best friend, my lover, my wife, and as mother to my children. I wish all of you could have known Michele the way that we, her family, knew her.   Michele walks with our Heavenly Father now ... she has no more pain, no more sorrow. She fought her way back from a terrible dependency on prescription medications for her back. She nearly lost herself to the nightmare of being bipolar (manic/depressive). I want you all to know that she battled her way back, step by painful step, from the edge of that terrible abyss. My wife has taught me more about love and determination and  perseverance than I would have thought possible. She showed us all that we can overcome.     I thank and praise God for each and every moment I had with her while she was here. I know, without a doubt, that the time Michele and I had together was a special blessing from God. I treasure each memory of her as if it were gold.  I am confident of Michele's salvation. I was there when she gave herself to Christ and was baptized. So I know that I will be with my sweet Michele again.     And I thank God for each of your prayers that hold us up to Him in our time of sorrow. I pray that our Heavenly Father will bless each and every one of you, as I have been blessed. I pray that the love of Christ will touch you the way that He touched me through Michele. I thank God for each of you. Sincerely, Gary Lynn Meyer