We little knew that morning that God was going to call your name,
In life we loved you dearly; in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you, you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us peaceful memories, your love is still our guide,
And though we cannot see you, you are always at our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same,
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
anon
5 comments:
Awwwww
this poem was so beautiful...i come back to your blog to read it often. i know it's not the same loss by any means that you and your brothers are feeling, but i truly, deeply miss your mother. after tuesday, you can actually call me and we can actually talk without losing the phone call if you want :)
I've seen that before, Nicole and every time I do, I wonder who Anonymous was. Isn't it strange that his or her words became almost immortal but the name is lost to time?
It's lovely, and so true. I hope you're doing well. I know we only know each other through the blogs, but I've been thinking of you, and hoping that your sore heart feels a little bit better.
Okay, I'm going to tell you a story. Now, it's starts with something sad: Eight years ago my husband's father left for work and was killed outright in a head-on collision. It was tragic, he had seven children, all grown, the youngest was 21. The last thing he ever said to my mother-in-law was "Time to make the Donuts!" like the old Dunkin Donuts' commercial.
At his wake it became clear how many people were devastated by his sudden death, and I was kind of overcome by it. You see, I didn't know Jerry all that well, I'd only met him a few times. I went into the ladies to collect myself...and I think you know I'm not religious, but Jerry was a devout Catholic...and I found myself addressing Jerry in prayer, saying, "Please, they're so sad, can't you find a way to let them know you're all right, that you're still there? Please?"
When we flew back to Colorado, my son, who was twelve at the time, came home from his dad's. He walked through the door, and handed my husband a bag of doughnuts. He'd never done anything like that before, and I knew my ex-husband must have stopped to get them. When I said, "Oh, did your dad have you bring those honey?"
"Yes, but I asked him too. I had a dream that Rob wanted doughnuts."
I don't think we ever really lose anyone for good, Nicole.
Nicole, I just read your last two posts, and I want you to know how sorry I am that you lost your mother...! Omigoodness. But you know, your mother will always be with you. You are part of her, and she is part of you -- inextricably.
((((((((Hugs to you...))))))))
Jo
My sister-in-law, Kaye read the poem at the nighttime prayer service for my mom. It got everyone crying. I still have a hard time reading it but it is beautiful.
Alane, your story mad me cry. It is so perfect though. Thank you for sharing. I agree...I don't think we truly lose anyone for good. I am trying to keep moving forward and thankfully I have some fantastic people from all over that keep checking in on me. That helps so much!
Jo, Thank you. I appreciate your thoughts and I feel like she is with me still. It helps that when I think about just her that I get a sense that she is truly at peace. I am hurting and kinda angry but those are my issues. I really feel like she is good and okay with it. Now if only I could be okay with it!
Okay! Enough sadness for right now. Time to bug my kids!
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