"Then the child opened its eyes, and looked up into the angel's beautiful face, which beamed with happiness, and at the same moment they were in heaven, where joy and bliss reigned. The child received wings like the other angel, and they flew about together, hand in hand."
By Hans Christian Andersen
~ Snow ~
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The snow arrived unannounced.
It overwhelmed everything.
Changed the landscape so it was unrecognisable.
No one was prepared.
My grief feels like that snowstorm.
I feel changed, weighed down by the burden.
Trying to negotiate the new environment around me.
Not knowing where I am going.
Looking for familiar landmarks.
I feel cold and miserable and ill equipped in this new place unvisited before.
But I know in time the snow will melt and return the landscape to some semblance of normality.
And I know in time my grief will diminish and I will find my way forward again, back to a world that I recognise, changed, but familiar.
Spring does always come after winter and hope will return.
Love to you Carole. xxx
~ Stillborn ~
(The Death of my Grandchild)
By Barbara W. Laughland, Billerica, Massachusetts, June 1991
This tiny soul has returned from whence it came,
Back to the shadow side to await rebirth.
Unborn, untried in this earthly plane of light and pain,
Your little form,
so perfect to behold,
was already deeply loved.
Many new threads had been added
to the tapestry of this waiting family.
I touch you with my heart,
and hold you,
This child of spirit,
In my memory for all my days.
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♥ From Water Bug to Dragonfly ♥
(Tessa Wilkinson)
The bottom of the pond is muddy and dark
There is fear of the unknown
There is loneliness as things change
There is the desperation of being left behind
Not knowing, not understanding
Watching and waiting
Then the journey comes
Up the stem
What waits beyond?
Sunlight
Freedom
Dancing together in joy with those who went before
And who will come after.
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It’s amazing what can truly happen,
How your life can be so grand;
When you give up trying on your own
And let an angel hold your hand.
All the loneliness inside of you
Will completely disappear;
When you realize you’re not alone,
That your angel is very near.
Your life will become more meaningful,
As well as totally rearrange;
You’ll be amazed at all that you can do,
At the blessings of the change.
You will be able to handle anything,
There is nothing you can’t face;
With your angel there to lead you
Your entire life will fall in place.
Just give up trying on your own,
And allow your angel to lead;
All of Heaven’s blessings will come to you,
Nothing else you’ll ever need.
No matter what you are called to do,
How simple or complex the task;
Your angel will be there to show the way,
All you have to do is ask.
Don’t ever let yourself feel discouraged,
Feel this thought within your soul;
All the things you’ve ever dreamed of
Will become a reachable goal.
So let your angel hold your hand,
Your life will be so complete;
Prepare to conquer the tasks of life,
There will be no battle you can’t defeat.
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Tributes For This Week Starting 19th October
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FOR MONDAY
Your gentle face and patient smile
With sadness we recall
You had a kindly word for each
And died beloved by all.
FOR TUESDAY
Your life was a blessing
Your memory a treasure...
You are loved beyond words
And missed beyond measure...
FOR WEDNESDAY
We miss you now, our hearts are sore,
As time goes by we miss you more,
Your loving smile, your gentle face,
No one can fill your vacant place.
FOR THURSDAY
Looking back with memories,
Upon the path you trod,
We bless the hours we had with you,
And leave the rest with God.
FOR FRIDAY
ROSES GROW IN HEAVEN
If Roses grow in Heaven,
Lord please pick a bunch for me
Place them in my Loved ones arms
And tell them they're from me
Tell them I love and miss them
And when they turn to smile
Place a kiss upon their cheeks
And hold them for awhile
Because remembering them is easy,
I do it every day
But there's an ache within my heart
Because I am missing them today...
FOR SATURDAY
I AM WITH YOU ALWAYS
As you hold me close in memory,
Even though we are apart,
My spirit will live on,
There within your heart .
I am with you always.
When you lean on trusted friends
And their caring hugs enfold you,
Within their loving arms,
I'll be there to hold you.
I am with you always.
And beyond the far horizon
When we'll finally be together,
Where love will be eternal
And life will last forever.
I am with you always.
FOR SUNDAY
TRUE LOVE
You were a gift sent straight from Heaven.
Given to us from God above.
We didn't know how much you would teach us
About the meaning of true love...
For true love sometimes means letting go
Of someone precious and dear.
That is what we were forced to do...
Although we wanted to keep you here!!!
However, this is quite a selfish wish.
One we know we should ignore...
But, sweet angel, we truly do believe
That God must have needed you more...
Perhaps to be an Angel now,
Full of wisdom and love...
Watching over those of us who love you
From the shining stars above.
We miss you more than you can know.
You will never be replaced...
In our hearts and memories forever,
Will be your sweet and innocent sleeping face.
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Thoughts Today, Memories Forever
Angela Christopher’s Very Proud Mum
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~ Immeasurable (by Sean Ashcroft) ~
Laughter will still sound,
even though you’re gone.
But the decibels will dip,
with some smiles, painted on.
Hopes will still soar,
dreams float on high.
But the altitude will drop,
as will the supply.
Passion will still drive us,
desire wave us off.
But the revs will decline
and the engine might cough.
Time will be bejewelled,
lives lit by waltzing light.
But the carats will diminish,
its brilliance a lesser sight.
Yet memories have no volume,
love no mass nor weight.
These will broaden, widen, deepen,
a true measure of something great.
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♥ TIME WILL EASE THE HURT ♥
♥ by Bruce B. Wilmer ♥
♥ The sadness of the present days ♥
♥ Is locked and set in time, ♥
♥ And meaning to the future ♥
♥ Is a slow and painful climb. ♥
♥ But all the feelings that are now ♥
♥ So vivid and so real ♥
♥ Can't hold their fresh intensity ♥
♥ As time begins to heal. ♥
♥ No wound so deep will ever go ♥
♥ Entirely away; ♥
♥ Yet every hurt becomes ♥
♥ A little less from day to day. ♥
♥ Nothing can erase the painful ♥
♥ Imprints on your mind; ♥
♥ But there are softer memories ♥
♥ That time will let you find. ♥
♥ Though your heart won't let the sadness ♥
♥ Simply slide away, ♥
♥ The echoes will diminish ♥
♥ Even though the memories stay. ♥
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~ LIKE ~
Clear like a raindrop, fresh and pure
Warm as a ray shone from the sun
Lost like a seashell on the shore
Small like a number in a sum
Perfect like a petal on a flower
Shiny as a glint upon the snow
Fast like a minute in an hour
Cold as the breeze in winds that blow
Cute as a freckle on a face
Light like a beam down from the moon
Delicate as a pattern stitched in lace
Sadness in a memory gone too soon
Tiny as a speckle in the sand
Pure like a reflection on a lake
Identity in the lines upon a hand
Innocent as the goodness in a sake
Fresh as the bud that's born to bloom
Lonely as a note without a song
Sorrow for our babe that's gone too soon
Forever your memory will shine on
- Victoria Dixon - 12/01/04
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~~ The Ascending ~~
(by Kahlil Gibran)
I have passed a mountain peak and my soul is soaring in the
Firmament of complete and unbound freedom;
I am far, far away, my companions, and the clouds are
Hiding the hills from my eyes.
The valleys are becoming flooded with an ocean of silence, and the
Hands of oblivion are engulfing the roads and the houses;
The prairies and fields are disappearing behind a white specter
That looks like the spring cloud, yellow as the candlelight
And red as the twilight.
The songs of the waves and the humans of the streams
Are scattered, and the voices of the throngs reduced to silence;
And I can hear naught but the music of Eternity
In exact harmony with the spirit's desires.
I am cloaked in full whiteness;
I am in comfort; I am in peace.
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