Grieving Silently

by Author Unknown

Why must I grieve silently,
When my heart is so loudly screaming?
The emptiness I feel is consuming me,
Oh God, how I wish I were dreaming.

The silence around me is deafening,
For nobody knows what to say,
To comfort this agony I’m feeling,
Since my son went away.

And each day the sun continues to rise,
And the earth is still turning,
Though my world has come to a screeching halt,
No one can ease my yearning.

For a part of me has vanished,
And a part of my heart has died,
And no one can hear my heartache,
Or feel the turmoil I carry inside.

And I’ll go on grieving silently,
And exist on a different plane,
And I’ll keep my love for him deep in my heart,
Until we see each other again.

Time

by Sue White

I thought that time was healing
All the hurt you left behind
That empty spaces could be filled
My arms, my heart, my mind
And though my body looks the same
As it did when you were here
The emptiness is growing
Even bigger with each year

I thought that time was healing
All the agonising pain
That as the tears were fading
Soon I wouldn’t feel the same
And though I can be smiling
And you think that I’ll survive
The pain is in my blood now
I have nowhere else to hide

I thought that time was healing
All the loss a mother feels
That now you live within my heart
I had you near me still
But I need so much to touch you
To see you smile again
And those memories I’m told are mine
Can never feel the same

I thought that time was healing
All the while the mask was worn
That underneath a new me
Was waiting to be born
But now I find I am the mask
It helps to keep me safe
And though my heart is breaking
You won’t see it in my face

I thought that time was healing
All those tears my eyes have seen
That aching arms that miss you
Could be satisfied with dreams
But here I am, in pain again
And healing stands alone
And mother weeps, the world can see
For a son who can’t come home

Miss Me But Let Me Go

by Author Unknown

When I come to the end of the day,
And the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little, but not too long,
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love 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 part of the maker’s plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick at heart
Go to the friends we know.
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds—
Miss me, but let me go.

His Journey’s Just Begun

By Ellen Brenneman

Don’t think of him as gone away–
his journey’s just begun
life holds so many facets
this earth is only one.

Just think of him as resting
from the sorrows and the tears
in a place of warmth and comfort
where there are no days and years.

Think how he must be wishing
that we could know today
how nothing but our sadness
can really pass away.

And think of him as living
in the hearts of those he touched…
for nothing loved is ever lost–
and he was loved so much.

Sending Presents To Heaven

By Donna Webster

It had been six months ago today that ten-year-old Emily’s mom had made her way to Heaven. Emily missed her mom each and every day, but what she was most worried about today is how she can find a way to send her birthday gift to her mom in Heaven. She had two weeks to find the perfect gift and she set out on a journey asking everyone she knew if they could help her figure out a way to send her gift up to Heaven.

The first person she asked was her dad. Still grief stricken himself over his wife’s sudden death, he was not prepared for what Emily was about to ask him. “Daddy I have an important question for you.” “What is it pumpkin?” “Mom’s birthday is almost here and I need to know how I can send her gift up to Heaven?”

He couldn’t think of an answer to give his precious daughter and with tears in his eyes he told her he needed a little time to think about it. “Okay dad, but don’t wait to long I only have two weeks to get my gift ready and I don’t want mom to think that I forgot her birthday.” Although she loved her dad and knew he would try as hard as he could to help her, Emily decided to go ahead and ask a few other people if they could help her send her gift to Heaven.

The next person she decided to ask was her teacher at school. Surely her teacher would know how to help her. Teachers know everything that’s why they’re teachers. As soon as school was over the next day she stayed after and told her teacher that she needed to ask her a question. “Miss Johnson, I have a question for you.” “What is it Emily?” “My mom’s birthday is in two weeks and I need to find a way to send my birthday gift to her up in Heaven.” “Can you help me?” Miss Johnson prided herself on always being able to help the children and answer all of their questions, but she had never been asked a question like this.

She didn’t want to disappoint little Emily, but how could she answer a question like this? “Did you ask your dad about this Emily?” “Yes, and he said that he needed a little time to think about it.” “I’m sure he will be able to help you Emily and I am honored that you asked me, but I think that it would be better if someone in your family helped you figure this out.”

Seeing the disappointment in Emily’s eyes as she walked away tugged at her heart, so she decided to call her back. “Emily, I just thought of something.” “What is it Miss Johnson?” “Is there anyone else who was close to your mom that might be able to help you?” Emily thought about it for a moment and said, “I have my Aunt Tracy.”

“My mom, Aunt Tracy and I used to have a girl’s day out every Saturday” “Is she your mom’s sister Emily?” “Yes,why do you ask?” “I think that she would be the perfect person to help you out.” “She grew up with your mom and I’m sure they were very close to one another.” “You’re right Miss Johnson, Aunt Tracy would be able to help,I know she will.” Emily was so excited she gave Miss Johnson a hug and ran out the door as fast as her little feet would take her.

As soon as her dad picked her up from school Emily asked her dad to take her to her Aunt Tracy’s house so she could ask her to help her send her gift to her mom. Her dad still didn’t have an answer for Emily, so he dropped her off and told her he would be back to pick her up in an hour. “Thanks Dad, I know you wanted to help me, but I hope it’s okay with you that I ask Aunt Tracy.” “It’s fine pumpkin,I know your Aunt Tracy was very close with your mom, I’m sure she will know exactly how to reach your mom.”

“Aunt Tracy, Aunt Tracy, I need your help.” “What is it Emily, what’s wrong.” “Well,you know mom’s birthday is in two weeks and I need to find a way to send my present to her in Heaven.” “Can you help me?” “Please Aunt Tracy, you’re my last hope.” “Do you have your present with you Emily?” “No, I haven’t decided what to get mom yet, but I knew you would be able to help me pick out the perfect gift for mom.” “Come sit down Emily and we will figure this out together.”

After what seemed like an eternity, Aunt Tracy finally had an answer for her beautiful little niece. “Emily, you know your mom loved you more then anything right?” “Yes Aunt Tracy, she told me everyday how much she loved me.” “Well, I think that the best gift you can give her is not a gift that you need to go out and buy.” “I think that the best present that you could give your mom is a little piece of you.” “How can I do that Aunt Tracy?”

“Well every night before you go to bed try to remember something really special that you and your mom did together.” “That’s easy Aunt Tracy I have millions and trillions of special things that mom and I did together.” “But how can that be a present for mom, and how can I send it up to her in Heaven?” “It’s easy Emily, when you say your prayers each night concentrate really hard on a happy thought of you and your mom, and ask God to take that happy thought up to Heaven for you.”

“Will he really do that Aunt Tracy?” “Of course Emily.” “God hears all your prayers and nothing would make him happier then to be able to take those special thoughts and deliver them in person to your mom.” “So my mom will really get my happy thoughts?” “Yes Emily and your mom will be watching over you every day, and the best present you could ever give her is to remember all the special times you had together, and the love you shared will fly up to her each night on an angels wings.”

“The best part is it doesn’t even have to be her birthday, you can do this every night.” “Thanks Aunt Tracy, this means my mom will have presents every day.” “I’m going to go home tonight and start sending my presents to her.”

As a tear rolled down Aunt Tracy’s eye, she told Emily that her mom would be the happiest mom up in Heaven. As Emily wrapped her arms around her aunt to say thank you, she whispered in her ear. “Mom will also be the happiest sister in Heaven,” and she told Aunt Tracy not to forget to send her happy thoughts up to Heaven to.

Author’s Bio:

I’m an inspirational writer who has overcome adversity with chronic illness and found the gift of writing because of what I have faced. I’ve learned many lessons along the way and my goal is to empower and inspire women and chidren all over the world. I run an online bath and body shop http://www.divinedivadelights.com where I honor the Divine Diva in every woman. My products feature inspirational names and positive messages that I hope will inspire, empower, and help build self esteem in women and young girls. My goal with everthing I do is to touch as many lives as I can and I hope I have done that for you with this story.

Birthdays in Heaven

Are there birthdays in Heaven?
Does the angel blow his horn?
Announcing to everybody
That this is the day you were born?

Can the stars be your balloons
And angel food your cake?
Presents wrapped in moonbeams
All the angels helped to make.

Birthdays meant so much to you
They were always a big deal
Birthday presents, lots of friends
And perhaps a special meal.

So I’ll whisper a little prayer today
Asking everyone up above
To sing you a Happy Birthday song
And give you all my love.

~From “Down the Cereal Aisle” p. 133~

A Mother’s Day Wish From Heaven

Mother’s Day will be hard for me from now on. Whilst most mothers enjoy special time with their children – no matter what age they might be – I will always know that it was on Mother’s Day in 2006 that I last saw Barry’s smiling face. And…it was the last time I hugged my youngest son.

As the day is for all mothers, not just for me, I will attempt to always be mindful that the day should be a happy time. I will try to join in this happiness for the other mothers in my family, but Barry will always be in my mind and heart on this day especially.

A friend sent me the following graphic. Just knowing that she had thought of me was enough to make me cry. As with everything in the grieving process, acknowledgement of my loss and my feelings is all that is needed to help me through the day. Mentioning Barry’s name is even better.

Mother's Day Gift

Below is the entire poem:

A Mother’s Day Wish From Heaven

Dear Mr. Hallmark,

I am writing to 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 our way of speaking now, would you see what you could do?

My mother carries me in her heart, her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me, sometimes 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 for myself, when she joins me in eternity.

~ by Jody Seilheimer ~

As the day draws to a close, I am able to say that I made it through the day. I thought of Barry often, but I did not speak aloud the images going through my mind. I saw Barry walking towards me, weaving through tables in a restaurant with a huge smile on his face. I saw him sitting beside his brother; the pair of them throwing back their heads in laughter. I saw him walking around the buffet selecting the food he wanted to eat. I saw him walking up the driveway and disappearing into the townhouses where his best friend lived. However, this year we didn’t dine in a restaurant, instead we visited my brother and his wife. They served a lunch which filled our bellies and was delicious. Gary and I tried our hand at getting some netball goals with my two young nieces. We listened to a range of music. We gave my mother her Mother’s Day gift.

the family

Daniel arrived home (he didn’t come with us) shortly after we did. A lump formed in the back of my throat when he pressed flowers and chocolates into my arms. And then he gave me a double feature DVD and a card signed “Daniel and Barry”. Even now that simple gesture brings tears to my eyes. As I said, I just wanted someone to mention Barry’s name. This one word fills me with warmth and love.

To all the mothers in the world who have lost a child, I wish for you peace in your heart on this sad but special day.

A Mother’s Day Gift From God

Lord today is Mother’s Day,
but my heart is split in two
Half of my heart is still here,
the other with my child that is there with you.
All the lovely presents are a nice surprise
But the only thing I want most is missing,
and tears fill my eyes.
I know when you sent him Lord,
You didn’t promise how long he would stay
All you said was to love him
and treasure each and every day.
But Lord it crushed my heart,
when you called for his return.
I really feel like half a Mom,
as I ache, weep, and yearn.
But Lord tell him I Love Him
just as much as I did before.
And could you please make a window,
so he can see through heaven’s floor,
Let him see that he is missed
and thought of with each breath.
And that a Mother’s love begins before life,
and does not end with death.
So on this Mother’s Day,
The Greatest Gift
“I Give To You.”.
For Lord I know you missed him,
and you Love him too.

~ Author Unknown ~

Dandelions From Heaven

Mothers Day is coming…and I wanted to send you a sign…
Something you can tell others…”Is from an angel of mine”.
So I searched the Heavens high and low for that perfect thing…
And low and behold I found it….and a smile I hope it will bring.

So when you look to the Heavens…and see the yellow stars in the sky…
Just think of me…your angel… in the Heavens way up high…
And just imagine those stars…are dandelions up above…
Yes! Dandelions are also in Heaven…,which you know how much I love.

So on this Mothers Day… when you awake and feel blue…
You will notice those yellow stars…are no longer in view…
So just look to the meadows and the dandelions you see….
Are the ones I’ve tossed down this Mothers Day from me!

And when you find a dandelion that has turned from yellow to white…
You’re supposed to make a wish…and then blow with all your might.
For you will be blowing kisses… to me in Heaven above….
And I will be catching them and blowing them back…sent with all my love.

Please know that I am with you…on this Mothers Day…
And also in the days ahead…God and I will never stray…
We will be with you in the morning…when you wake and see the sun…
We will be with you when you say your prayers…when the day is done.

For God and I will never be…very far from your side…
For I can now be everywhere…and God will be your guide…
So…remember when you see dandelions…it’s your guarantee…
That I am alway close to you….
For dandelions are free to roam…..now just like me.

I will always be with you MUM….

Happy Mothers Day
Love, Your Angel in Heaven.

~ author unknown ~

The Gift

The following verse gripped my heart and made tears sting my eyes. The gift of an understanding person is comforting, but the gift of another parent who knows exactly what I’ve been through is priceless.

Marcelle, I thought of you when I read this and I thought of your Daniel. I know today would have been his birthday and is a hard day for you, but please know that you are in my thoughts and prayers. Please be kind to yourself.

I have a gift
I did not want this gift, it meant suffering and pain
The pain because of love.
A love which had manifest itself in a child.
The child brought its love to me and asked for my love.
Sometimes I did not understand this.
Sometimes I was too busy to listen quietly to this love.
But the love persisted, it was always there.
And one day the child died.
The love remained
This time the love came in other forms.
This time there were memories,
There was sadness and anguish,
And unbelievable pain.
One day a stranger came and stood with me.
The stranger said, “I will walk with you.”
And did.
You see, the stranger had also been this way.
We talked and cried together.
The stranger became my friend as no other had.
My friend said, “I am always here,” and was.
One day I lifted my head
I noticed another grieving parent, gray and drawn with pain
I approached and spoke.
I touched and comforted.
I said, “I will walk with you.”
And I did.
I also had the gift.

Joe Lawley
TCF Co-Founder
Coventry, England, 1969