Jeff Dicks Medical Coalition

“Well Mom, another year has come and gone and you continue to fight the hard battle, though it’s been uphill all the way.

Your knees have never weakened. You have given up a lot in life to fight this war, yet you have never complained or lost hope. In the military you would be a five star general for the war you have waged over the past eighteen years. And I’ll tell you something; I’m damn proud of you.

I pray to God that He blesses you for all you have done in life and all the lives you have touched. You are loved by many and respected by all and there is an army of people who would die for you. I wish this war would end so that you could take a well-deserved rest. I ask God to hear your prayers and to send you the happiness in life that should be yours.

Your strength inspires me and to hear your name fills my heart with pride. But most of all I just thank God that I can say, ‘Shirley Dicks, that’s my mom.’ You’re number one in my heart. I love you mom. Take care of yourself and have a wonderful Christmas. May all your dreams and prayers be answered. And may you only know happiness and joy from this day forward. I pray the New Year is your best ever and that peace be with you always. Merry Christmas mum, I love you. Jeff”

Maria To Her Dad
As my father died, I was able to feel him more than ever. My father was a wonderful man, who spent 22 years of his life with helping others. I believe that God had a reason that my father was where he was. I think one of the reasons was that he knew our family and that my father was strong enough to stand it all. I feel that my father wants us to continue to fight.
Every time I feel bad I feel him and something tells me, that it is okay. I think he would want that my mother fights for the guys and clear his name. I feel that he is now really free and I know that he is with god.
Sometimes I go barefoot through the grass, because this is something that my father could not do for 22 years and will never be able to do again. I wish I could take away mom's pain. I know that my father loved her and he knew that it will be hard, but he knew, that she will not get herself down, but continue to fight.

I am proud to call Jeff Dicks my son. His death will not be in vain as I started the Jeff Dicks Medical Coalition to help others in prison to get medical care
To My Son Jeff
I'll not say good by to you son, bur from the day you were born I loved you. As you grew older, I was so proud of you. Life dealt you a hard blow but you never once wanted revenge. Your sweetness and love always shone through. There was a bond between us that not even death can take away.
Your whole young life was spent in loving and helping others. You always had love for all the guys on the row and you had so much to give...you made a difference in a lot of lives and thousands of people loved you and were fighting for you.
You held on for that last visit and to call me on Mothers Day. It was as if you knew your time had come. I wish it had me that was called, we're not supposed to bury our children, but God wanted you up there.
They say your heart was enlarged, and that is true. No one had a bigger heart than you did. You were always there for me and I will always cherish our talks and the love you gave me. I'm proud to call you son.

You gave me the greatest gift of all by leaving me a part of you. Your daughter, Maria. So son, I won't say good bye and I know you and Trevor will be waiting to greet me when my time has come. I wish I could have done more. You were my life for twenty years and I don't know how I can go on, but I know you want me to. You are my angel, so baby till I see you again, I love you. MOM

"Free At Last” By Brenda Thomas

"God saw that you were tired, So He took you by the hand and said, " Son its time to rest now" Here in the Promised Land. You spent your life on earth, helping those in need. You taught them its ok to pray. You taught them to believe. You didn't let the prison walls, Make you a bitter man. You always thought of others, you lent a helping hand. They couldn't break your spirit, although they often tried. You fought for what you believed in, so others wouldn't be denied.

God chose a job for you, that most men did not want. Your compassion let you reach the men, That the rest of the world forgot. You gave them hope and kindness. You gave them strength and peace. And without you to guide them, many would not see. But now its time for you to rest, you've earned your wings, my Son. Your loved ones will join us here, when their time on earth is done."

Jeff will live in our hearts forever. His kind and thoughtful ways, his compassion for others, his golden heart that put others first regardless of his own needs, will never be forgotten. I am proud of the way he handled life and the obstacles that were put in his way. He didn’t become bitter or cold, he made the most of what life had dealt him. I have always been proud of you Jeff. Now it's time for you to rest. Love Always, Aunt Bren

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A Mothers Torment
By Laurie Dougherty (Jeff's Sister)

A Mother sits alone and cries, For the son that she has lost
And she vows to get him back one day, no matter what the cost
For you see they took him from her And she found out far too late
They only wanted a sacrifice, to satisfy their hate

She searched for truth and justice
But was met with hostile stares
Till she finally faced the ugly fact
That no one really cared

And as they take her son away
she hangs her head to cry
For they jury made a decision
They've sentenced him to die

But still she's searching for the truth
Though no one hears her plea
And she knows she'll never give up her fight
They the day they set him free

We're Alike
By: Judy Dickey

We're alike, You and I. We've never met,
Our faces would be those Of strangers if we met,
We would barley perceive The other's presence
If we passed on Our walk through the mists.

We're unknown to each other Until the terrible words
Have been spoken: "My Child Died"

We're alike you and I. We measure time
In seconds and eternities. We try to go forward to yesterday.
Tomorrows are for whole people And we are incomplete
Now the tears, After a time,

Turn inward to become Invisible to all except you and me.
Our souls are rumpled From wrestling
With demons and doubts And unanswered prayers.
"Give Me Back My Child"

We're alike you and I The tears that run down your face
Are my tears and the wound In your souls is my pain, too.
We need time, But time is our enemy,
For it carries us Farther and farther
From our lost child.

And we cry out: "Help Me"
We're alike you and I And we need each other.
Don't turn away, But give me your hand
And for a time We can cease to be strangers
and become what we truly are, A family closer than blood,
United by a bond that Was forced upon us -
But a bond that Can make us stronger
For our sorrows are shared.
"We Need Not Walk Alone"

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