Rough Day, All I Want to Do Is Cry...

[sslangley]

My prayers are with you and your DH. Through your loving relationship it's great to see that you guys have made it together through this.

{{HUGS}}

My husband is my best friend. We were there for each other through everything. Our family was great too. But we leaned on each other more than anything else.

Thank you.

 

[quiverfull7]

May God continue to hold you close and comfort your hearts. Thank you also for sharing your heart... you may never know how the sharing that has happened on this thread may benefit others. God is using you for others. May His peace be yours.
Diane VS

 

[bbauman07]

sslangley,

I thought you might enjoy this poem, it was in my Compassionate friends newsletter that I got today.



Dear Mr. Hallmark,

I am writing you from heaven, and though it must appear
a rather strange idea, I see everything from here.

I just popped in to visit your stores to find a card.
A card of love for my mother, As this day for her is hard.

There must be some mistake I thought, every card you could imagine,
except I could not find a card from a child who lives in heaven.

She is still a mother too, no matter where I reside.
I had to leave, she understands, but oh the tears she's cried.

I thought that if I wrote you, that you would come to know
that though I live in heaven now I still love my mother so.

She talks with me and dreams with me; we still share laughter too.
Memories is our way of speaking now, would you see what you can do?

My mother carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me, sometime far into the night.

She plants flowers in my garden, there my living memory dwells.
She writes to other grieving parents, trying to ease their pain as well.

So you see Mr. Hallmark, though I no longer live on earth,
I must find a way to remind her of her wondrous worth.
She needs to be honored, and remembered too,
Just as the children of earth will do.

Thank you Mr. Hallmark, I know you'll do your best.
I have done all I can do; to you I'll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her how much she means to me,
Until I can do it myself, when she joins me in eternity.

 

[sslangley]

sslangley,

I thought you might enjoy this poem, it was in my Compassionate friends newsletter that I got today.



Dear Mr. Hallmark,

I am writing you from heaven, and though it must appear
a rather strange idea, I see everything from here.

I just popped in to visit your stores to find a card.
A card of love for my mother, As this day for her is hard.

There must be some mistake I thought, every card you could imagine,
except I could not find a card from a child who lives in heaven.

She is still a mother too, no matter where I reside.
I had to leave, she understands, but oh the tears she's cried.

I thought that if I wrote you, that you would come to know
that though I live in heaven now I still love my mother so.

She talks with me and dreams with me; we still share laughter too.
Memories is our way of speaking now, would you see what you can do?

My mother carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me, sometime far into the night.

She plants flowers in my garden, there my living memory dwells.
She writes to other grieving parents, trying to ease their pain as well.

So you see Mr. Hallmark, though I no longer live on earth,
I must find a way to remind her of her wondrous worth.
She needs to be honored, and remembered too,
Just as the children of earth will do.

Thank you Mr. Hallmark, I know you'll do your best.
I have done all I can do; to you I'll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her how much she means to me,
Until I can do it myself, when she joins me in eternity.

That is great Brooke, thanks for sharing that with me.