In Loving Memory of
Lisa Elaine Mewbourne
September 23, 1965 - April 23, 1991

What an answer to prayer it would be to spend just 24 more hours with Lisa. Maybe it would
take some of the sting off the sudden and horrific way she died.

I think I would like to sit with her in a beautiful forest where birds sing and chipmunks scurry through the fallen leaves. Deer would be nice, too, and any other furry creatures. And I would want her favorite pets, Nickie (Siamese cat), and Jocko (Min. Poodle), to be with us. There could be no disturbances in this forest; except those provided by nature.

Then I would hold her so very close in my arms. I would do this until at least a tiny bit of my inner hunger for her was filled.

I always loved looking at her face. She was so beautiful that I used to just look at her any chance I got, and feel her beauty deep down inside. So, I would touch her face with my hands....her cheeks, forehead, chin, nose, lips, every inch of her face. Then I would run my hands over her long, silken hair and smell its fragrance. I would kiss every inch of her face, hair and hands. I would spend the first few hours doing these things. Did I ever tell her how very beautiful I thought she was;
or did I just assume that she knew? I don't think she did know.


I would say something funny so I could see her smile and her white teeth, and hear her laugh. I would try all day
to make her laugh just so I could see her reaction. She was known for her fabulous smile and I would want to see it often.

I would NOT ask her why she did what she did. It wouldn't really make a difference and it may take away
from the complete happiness I want us to share.

I would tell her how very precious she had always been to me -- from the time of her birth until the present day.
I would tell her how special she was to me and to the world, and that many people loved her.

I would say how very much I miss her, and appeal to her to come to me more often in dreams or visions. I would ask her
to forgive me for anything I ever did or said that hurt her...or the things I didn't say or do.

I would ask her to describe Heaven and to tell me everything she is doing up there. I would ask if she had seen Jesus
face to face and if her love for Him had grown. Does she walk and talk with Him, and sit at His feet while He teaches?

I would want to know about the baby she miscarried. Was it a boy or a girl? What is his or her name? Is she raising it in Heaven? What do they do together? Then, I would ask about our relatives who are there. I would ask her to tell them of me when she returned, and that I would see them all soon.

Oh, and I would bring a fabulous picnic for our day with all of her favorite foods. Asti Spumati was her favorite wine
and we would have a bucket full of it. I would bring the little Christmas cookies she used to help me make:
Rum Balls, Snickerdoodles, Russian Tea Cakes, Ambrosia, and so much more. We would eat whenever we got hungry,
or even if we weren't hungry.


I would never take my eyes off her. I would soak her closeness into my very soul and embrace it. When we stood I would hold her in my arms again and feel the sweetness of her small body against me. I would bury my face in her hair
and stroke the soft skin of her arms. I would relish the special fragrance that was her's alone.

We would walk down a forest path, delighting in the butterflies that flitted and darted around us. So many butterflies of different sizes and colors. Sometimes they would light on her and were like an adornment for her beauty. We would see and smell the forest, and even feel it as though we were a part of it. I would dedicate this forest to her and the day
I spent with her there, and I would return often to feel her spirit.

I would also thank her for all the "parting gifts" she left me; things I couldn't have gone on without. One was being able to spend the night with her the day before she left. Another was when she told me that she had always loved me. One more,
but not the last, was when she told me that she still loved Jesus and still had a relationship with Him.

I would tell her that I forgive her for what she did, and to not be sad about it. I would tell her that it had taken a long time, but that I had rebuilt my life and that I now have a wonderful husband who loves and protects me.
She will get to meet him one fine day.

I would tell her over and over and over how much I loved her. I would say the words, "I love you, Lisa," a million times. And I would feel her love for me in her words and actions. I would want this to be a day of nothing but LOVE,
the sweetness and purity of deep, abiding love.

How would I handle it when the 24 hours were up and it was time for her to go? Oh, I know it would hurt all over again,
but I would beseech God to allow Lisa and me to feel His holy presence with us; and to know that
we were under His blessed covering.

Would she slowly rise into the air like Jesus did at the Ascension? Or would she simply turn and slowly walk away into a shimmering forest? I don't know, but I do know that I would sit at our special place for a long, long time feeling the ecstasy of her presence over and over again. I would stay until our picnic food ran out and my hunger drove me away.

Maybe I would erect a sign in this forest, calling it "Lisa's Place." I would surround our white bench with all the happy flowers that she loved. It would have a sweetness and fragrance that were almost like Heaven. I would always pack a lunch with her favorite foods to "share" with her. Whenever I returned to 'Lisa's Place" I would tell her once more how much I loved her and how very special she was. I would hug myself and pretend that I was hugging her. And I would thank the loving God who gave me one more day with her.

Faye Martin, mother of Lisa forever

One More Day
By Diamond Rio

Last night I had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for me
It could be for anything
I didn't ask for money
Or a mansion in Malibu
I simply wished, for one more day with you

One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied

But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you

First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl
Then I'd unplug the telephone
And keep the TV off
I'd hold you every second
Say a million I love you's
That's what I'd do, with one more day with you

Leave me wishing still, for one more day
Leave me wishing still, for one more day


~ Do Airplanes Fly to Heaven? ~

~ Lisa's Story ~

~ The "S" Word (Suicide) ~

~ Lisa's Wedding ~

~ Words of Love From Lisa's Family ~

~ Photos ~

~ Lisa's Friends Remember ~

~ A Different Kind of Love Letter, From Lisa ~

~ A Lamb's Last Message ~

~ Home ~