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A Beautiful Mess

A Beautiful Mess

"There are moments when I look around and wonder, “Is this my life? How did I get here?” I never wanted my child to die. I never wanted to be sitting here staring at her picture grieving the fact that I will never hold her again this side of Heaven. I never wanted to have to visit the grave of one of my children. I did not plan this. This was not supposed to be in my life, was it?"

Pain Is Inevitable-Suffering Is Optional

"I don’t believe that time heals all wounds. Time simply goes by us. Time becomes one year, five years, ten years, and now, in our case, decades. Time passes and our lives continue day-after-day, whether we want them to or not. What time does do is give us the space to process our thoughts and choose to heal. If we honestly look at ourselves in the mirror, we realize that grieving doesn’t just go away, and existing in a nothing-less life is totally exhausting. We see others living life around us; and we secretly want to be like them. We choose to step from the emptiness to something half-way normal again. We re-invest in life."

http://www.opentohope.com/pain-is-inevitable-suffering-is-optional/

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A Mothers Letter To Heaven

A MOTHERS LETTER TO HEAVEN"

I SIT AND WRITE THIS LETTER

WITH TEARS RUNNING DOWN MY FACE

BUT I KNOW DEEP IN MY HEART

YOU ARE IN A SPECIAL PLACE

I THINK BACK TO THE TIME

WHEN GOD GAVE YOU TO ME

I HELD YOU IN MY ARMS

AS HAPPY AS I COULD BE

FIRST WORDS FIRST STEP FIRST SMILE

I WAS THERE TO SEE YOU GROW

YOU GAVE ME SUCH HAPPINESS

MORE THAN YOU WILL EVER KNOW

TEENAGE YEARS YOU HAD YOUR FEARS

BUT TOGETHER WE GOT THROUGH

IN GOOD TIMES AND IN BAD TIMES

I WAS ALWAYS THERE FOR YOU

I (WATCHED) YOU GROW AND LOVED YOU SO

SO PROUD OF WHAT YOU HAD BECOME

YOU WOULD ALWAYS BE MY BABY

AND I WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR MUM

THE DAY YOU DIED HOW MUCH I CRIED

MY HEART WAS BROKE IN TWO

HOW COULD I LIVE IN A WORLD

HOW COULD I GO ON WITHOUT YOU

BUT I KNOW YOU ARE STILL HERE

I FEEL YOU NEAR ME EVERYDAY

YOU LEAVE WHITE FEATHERS EVERYWHERE

I KNOW (YOU'RE) NEVER FAR AWAY

I SWEAR I HEAR YOUR VOICE

TELLING ME I LOVE YOU MUM

ONE DAY WE WE WILL BE TOGETHER

I KNOW THAT DAY WILL COME

REST IN PEACE MY CHILD

I SEND THIS LETTER WITH ALL MY LOVE

UPON THE WINGS OF AN ANGEL

TO HEAVEN UP ABOVE

KNOWING DEATH IS NOT THE END

HELPS TO EASE THE PAIN

BY HEAVENS GATE I KNOW YOU WAIT

TILL WE ARE TOGETHER ONCE AGAIN

~Author Unknown

~via Grieving Mothers

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To My Dearest One On Earth

To My Dearest One On Earth

by Love Letters to Heaven
on Thursday, June 9, 2011 at 6:30 pm

My dearest one, I'm sending this letter from above.

I know right now (you're) missing me, I can feel your love.

You think about my birthday, and the day I had to leave.

But always remember this: I don't wish for you to grieve.

When I wrote my first letter, from Heaven on that day,

I wanted you to understand, that I was doing okay.

I knew the hurt of losing me, would take time for you to heal,

And even though it's been awhile, to you, it seems unreal.

But Mom, here in Heaven, with Jesus by my side,

The Golden Gate will open, when you come here to reside.

I know it's difficult for you, to understand your pain,

But once you arrive in Heaven, it will all be explained.

It's okay for you to cry, just let the tears give way,

Then tilt your head and look above, you'll feel my touch today.

Just keep the faith, believe my words, you'll see the morning light.

God and I are with you, every morning, noon and night.

~by Love Letters to Heaven

~via Grieving Mothers