What kind of place would heaven be with all its streets of gold, if all the souls, that dwell up there like yours and mine, were old? How strange would heaven’s music sound when harps begin to ring, if children were not gathered ‘round to help the angels sing. The children that God sends to us are only just a loan, He knows we need their sunshine to make the house a home. We need the inspiration of a baby’s blessed smile. He doesn’t say they’ve come to stay, just lends them for a while. Sometimes it takes them years to do the work for which they come. Sometimes in just a month or two our Father calls them home. I like to think some souls up there bear not one sinful scar. I love to think of heaven as a place where children are.
xxx
One special Kid!
I just spent the last 30 minutes reflecting on your short visit with us, and you know what Roro ... the tears that welled up did not burn. Instead, as the first tear trickled down, I had an overwhelming sense of peace and calm. Life without you is painful, but the gift of your memory fills my heart.... You are missed!
Today I broke. My heart felt like it had crumbled into a million tiny pieces and then the very breath in my body was being forced out...A panic attack brought on by the realization that your life here has ended and you are gone for good. How I wish that it could be otherwise... This is the hardest thing God has required of me, and I don't know that I have the strength to make it. Not that it seems I have a choice.
How I wish I could rewind the hands of time...I would have held you closer, laughed with you more often, read more stories and snuggled longer. I would have made more triple chocolate shakes, and sat on the floor to play with your trains or dinosaurs without worrying about the mess...
Did you know how very much you were loved? How much joy you brought into our lives? Did you know?
Mama
Precious Son
God, I know you gave your precious Son,
To give us life with you.
But I didn't want my son to leave,
Cause he was precious too.
We all are precious in your eyes,
And all to you return.
I know my son will not come back,
And I still have much to learn.
Our time on earth is for learning,
And when our lessons are through,
Our spirit chooses the time we leave,
And we come back to you.
My precious son is with you,
And there will be a day,
That I too will leave this earthly place,
And you will light my way.
I know your arms will be open,
And I will have a smile,
To see my God and precious son,
I will then become Your child.
A LITTLE ANGEL
TODAY IT WOULD BE WONDERFUL,
TO SEE YOU PLAY OR SMILE,
BUT HEAVEN LENT YOU TO THIS WORLD,
FOR JUST A LITTLE WHILE,
AND IN THAT SHORT BUT PRECIOUS TIME,
YOU BROUGHT ALONG MUCH LOVE,
AND ALL THAT LOVE IS WITH YOU NOW,
IN HEAVEN UP ABOVE.
YOUR LEAVING CAUSED SO MANY TEARS,
AND SUCH ALOT OF PAIN,
BUT GOD NEEDED ONE MORE ANGEL,
SO HE TOOK YOU BACK AGAIN.
SENT WITH LOVE MARCUS'S MUM XXX
Amazing Grace
Wishing I didn't have reason to be here...but grateful nonetheless for having had you for however short a while. I love you my baby boy. I went grocery shopping today and heard the familiar strains of celtic bagpipes. Amazing Grace. The tears fell. It was the same music that was played as we carried you from the church for the final time. I never want to hear it again. So many memories, but they're all I have left.
Mama
Read at Kierans Funeral
Miss Me But Let Me Go
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no tears in a gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little – But not for long
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me – But let me go.
For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone,
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to your friends that we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good works,
Miss me – But let me go.
Perhaps if we could see the splendour of the land
To which our loved ones are called from you and me,
We’d understand
Perhaps if we could hear the welcome they receive
From old familiar voices all so dear
We would not grieve.
Perhaps if we could know the reason why they went
We’d smile and wipe away the tears that flow
We’d wait content
Miss me – But let me go
Missing you
So many memories, of silly you, sad you, laughing you, playful you, serious you (not too often), affectionate you...All of you here. And then the ones of you not being here...the pain, heartbreak, the emptiness...that gnawing void that only you can fill. The smiles now that are still tinged with tears. The joys held in check by the sorrow. The masks that hide the pain. The masks...my daily outfit...always. But your love for me, and for life will never leave me- I hold them close, and you help me to want to go on, to want to LIVE, to want to hope...How grateful I am to you, and how very much you are loved, and missed. My silly Roro, my baby, my love.
Mama
A Mother’s Love
auther unknown
I didn’t have to look into your eyes
To fall in love with you.
I didn’t have to hear you cry
To know you loved me too.
I didn’t need to hold your hand
To cherish you always.
Within my womb we shared our hearts
You touched my soul
You sweetened my spirit
You gave me memories I’ll always
Hold very dear
Yes, my heart aches since
You departed so soon
But a mothers love does not
End with death
For you are my child
my love is forever yours.
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I send this to you today as this poem says it all
and i thank you for always looking in on my Baby Mark his Daddy and My Mum, Dad and my Brother,
love always sheila xxx
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