Guess What Mommy And Daddy?

Guess what mommy & daddy,
Heaven is great.
Just like you said,
There's not much longer to wait.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
I have a guardian angel who comes at night.
I told him I wanted to go,
But the times not right.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
My angel came this morning.
While you were still in bed,
He came with a warning.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
When I left with June.
So you could rest some more,
I knew my time was soon.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
When you were finally out of sight,
I told my angel,
The time is just right.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
When you still didn't know I was gone,
My angel put his hand in mine,
And I was no longer stiff or sick,I felt so happy & fine.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
When the hospital called,I saw you crying from above.
I saw daddy & how scared he was,
And I knew how much I was loved.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
On the way to the hospital I heard you pray,
Don't let them bring me back,
I know you don't want God to take me away.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
I saw you walk into the ER,and ask is he gone.
I saw the look on your face when the nurse said yes!
It looked like you'd never go on.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
I seen you holding me tight.
I kissed you good-bye with my love,
And tried to tell you I was alright.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
There's no more pain,
You can go on with your life,
And not feel so drained.

Guess what mommy & daddy,
I'll watch you all your days through.
And be like your guardian angel,
Just because, I LOVE YOU!!

~by Beckie/Heavens Angel

Heartbroken

 

As I wake up every morning,

My heart breaks again and again.

You're the first thing on my mind,

Happy life has been left behind.

I miss your smiles, your hugs...

the way you made me laugh;

We have lost so much

Now that you have passed.

I can't believe you're gone,

The pain too much to bear;

I think of you always;

It's just so unfair.

You were far too young,

No chance to mature;

You would have been a great dad,

Of that I am sure.

A part of me died too,

I would happily go in your place;

I'll never understand why,

It has to be a mistake.

I'm trying to survive,

The best that I know how;

I wish I could have you back.

It's too late for that now.

My son, I'll always love you,

I'll meet you there someday;

Until that time shall come,

In my heart you'll stay.

~By Wendy Bieberle

 

The Day The Earth Stopped Spinning

When I lost my child the earth ceased to spin. The moon will not rise, the tide won’t come in. The sun insists on having its way, Blasting its rays and rising each day. Another day comes, my child is not here; Another day comes, I live my worst fear. Each morning I wake with the same painful thought; Why am I here when my sweet child is not? All moments that pass I question this fate; While other lives carry on, I sit and I wait. I wait for an answer, for some reason why… Praying for it to be me that could die. Through my sorrow and grief I have made a life choice; To keep my son’s memory alive and give him a voice. I share stories of my son and the man he would be; a boy who lived life and was a hero to me. Who would grow up and make the world a better place; Who would save the seas and the oceans from the human race. When I lost my child the earth ceased to spin. But the moon still must rise and the tide must come in. And since the sun insists on having its way, I will live in my child’s memory each and every day.   ~By Kim Turner

A Message To Bereaved Grandparents

I sat with a young bereaved mother who was pouring out her pain and utter desolation to me. She was angry and hurt that those around her couldn't understand what was wrong with her. After all, it had been eight months since her two year old son had died — she should be better by now. To her, they implied she was wallowing in her grief and not trying to “get over it.” Between sobs she said, “Even my mother and father now seem to avoid me. They don't even mention his name, and they change the subject when I talk about Tommy. That hurts so much.”

As I listened, I remembered how much I had wanted my parents' help when my son died, but they lived 600 miles from me. I also thought, “How would I be able to help my own grieving daughter today if I hadn't experienced my own child's death almost 13 years ago, and didn't KNOW what she was going through?” I could see how desperately this young mother needed her parents. I could also see how frustrated and helpless they must feel, how painful it must be for them. If only they knew how important they could be in helping their daughter how they, of all people, were needed by her, and how they had the opportunity to add a lasting element to their relationship with their child.

I wanted to tell them how very much she simply needed them to listen to her talk about her child and her pain. I wanted them to listen to her pour out her agony, without one word from them of how she should or should not feel.

The subject of death and grief is uncomfortable for all of us. We will accept anyone's discussion of happy things, but we shy away from talk of grief and death.

One of the reasons for this is that, in some way, it makes us aware of our own death and mortality. For those of us who are older it is even more true. We need to recognize how this unconscious fear might be one of the reasons we avoid discussing our own grandchild's death.

Grandparents who have not lost a child cannot know the depth of the grief their child is experiencing. We may have lost parents or spouses, but the intensity of parental grief is so much greater. We talk of how we felt when our parents or spouses died and say we know how it feels. We do NOT know how if feels if we ourselves have not lost a child. We are most helpful if we admit this to our child.

To be a helpful parent to a grieving parent, we should learn about what our child is experiencing. We can learn of that by reading the books on grief, especially The Bereaved Parent by Harriet Schiff. When the children were growing up we read Baby and Child Care by Benjamin Spock or Haim Ginott's Between Parent and Child. Why not now read Harriet Schiff s book or Earl Grollman's Living When A Loved One Has Died? We need to know what the symptoms of parental grief are so that we, ourselves, are reassured that our child is not emotionally disturbed.

We need to know there is no timetable for grief. We should be careful of our expectations of how our child “should be doing” at this time. In the early months of grief our bereaved children may appear to be doing well. Then, at four to six months they seem to “fall apart.” It is reassuring to know that this is normal. In the early months our children do fairly well because they have not yet accepted the full reality of their child's death. It isn't until one faces that reality that real grief begins. This is the most painful and the longest part of the grief process. This is the time we are expecting them to “get better,” and when they get worse we can't understand it, and we fear for their sanity. At this time others turn away from them because they can't understand. This is the time our children need us the most. How desolate they must feel if the two people they could always rely on now turn away from them.

Grandfathers are needed at this time more than ever. Fathers have always been the ones who could solve every problem for their children. They are the strength in the family, and the bereaved child needs to tap that strength now. Fathers used to provide the biggest, warmest lap for comforting. Now their arms can provide the safe harbour that most grieving children crave at times.

Grieving is not done on a consistently upward path. We may talk to our children on a good day and rejoice that they were finally improving, only to find they have taken several steps backward when we next see them. We need to realize that the normal process of grief is a constant ebb and flow of terrible and not so terrible days. Even though our bereaved children seem to revert to more painful grief at times, they are not going back to where they started. They do, however, need extra support and understanding on the bad days. We must allow our children to grieve in their own way, according to their own personality. Some of our children are more verbal in expressing their emotions. Others may keep it all inside of themselves until something causes it to come out in a torrent. We accepted their personality differences from the time they were little children. We must accept them now.

Our grieving children need us. When our children hurt, we hurt. It has been said that a grief shared is a grief halved. No! We cannot take half of our child's suffering, as much as we would like to do so. But I can say from personal needs that were not met when my own child died, it can sure make it a lot easier. Over the years of rearing our children, we suffered many times for them or because of them. Now we are being asked to do it again. It was not easy then, and it will not be easy now. But because we love our children, we can do it.

Some of us, for whatever reason, are not able to be of help to our children. Maybe we simply cannot face our children in their misery. It may be more pain than we, ourselves, can take. Some of us cannot accept the fact that to grieve openly and with others is the “right” way to do it. For some of us, our own personalities will not allow us to express our emotions or tolerate such expression in others. As hard as it may be to admit, we can at least be helpful to our children by being open and honest and telling them that we cannot help. As cruel as this may seem, letting them know of our inability to help saves them from the repeated disappointment of our backing away from them when they come to us.

Margaret H. Gerner. M S. W., TCF St. Louis. MO

Margaret Gerner is a bereaved parent whose son Arthur died at the age of 6. She became a bereaved grandparent when her 3 year old granddaughter Emily died in 1982.

The Ultimate Loss

A Mother's Grief A mother's grief is physically intense and devastating to the mother's self-identity and yet, like all grief, contains the seeds for personal growth and greater meaner in life. A mother's bond with her child begins before childbirth. She is filled with joy and awe at the miracle of life. Whether or not she ever holds the child to her bosom or nuzzles its head with her nose or puts her finger in its grasp, she begins the strongest physical bonding in human experience. When this bond -- mother to child -- is broken by the death of her child, the process of mothering, with all its instinctual force, is abruptly colliding with a harsh new reality. Mother's grief, just like mother's love and care, is highly physical. Although all bereaved persons express feeling physical pain, the pain of grieving mothers seems to be more intense and long-lasting. Adrienne Rich observed that to 'mother' a child implies a constant presence, lasting at least nine months, more often, years. Motherhood is experienced through an intense physical and psychic rite of passage -- pregnancy, childbirth, and/or adoption -- and taking responsibility for the young child. Bereaved mothers have an instinctive resistance to being separated, a powerful need to nurture and protect that doesn't stop when they learn that their child is dead. A mother is unable suddenly to abandon her mothering, regardless of the child's age at death; she can not simply stop caring for her child. As one mother said, 'I have the need to continue taking care of him. In fact, cutting the grass around his grave feels to me like I'm manicuring his nail, just as I used to do when he was a little boy. A mother's initial attachment to her child is overwhelmingly physical, but even after the child is grown and the physical connection diminishes, it remains the definitive bond between mother and child. My connection to my 17-year old son was forcefully demonstrated to me the day he died eleven years ago. I was in a restaurant having lunch when I felt an inexplicable rush of nausea that sent me outside for air, where I vomited continuously for more than 20 minutes. That fateful night, I was told by police it was the exact moment my son fell to his death in Yosemite. Since then, other mothers have told me that they, too, knew the exact moment of their child's death. 'All human life on the planet is born of women.' This statement reflects the physical/biological aspects of motherhood which as so personally visible and dramatic. It is no surprise that mothers whose children die feel such severe physical pain, physical longing, and physical emptiness and have more physical symptoms than fathers during their grief. While counseling grieving mothers, I've heard them describe feeling wounded, injured, mutilated, 'violently torn apart', 'kicked in the teeth', 'as if every part of my body was broken', 'chest pains so strong it felt like a heart attack', 'blown apart and shattered...like a bursting grenade in my guts'. Mothers are so bound to their children that a child's death often feels to the mother as if a portion of her body has disappeared. The mother's grief stems in part from her strong identification with her child. Psychologists have found that girls emerge from childhood with a stronger basis for experiencing another's need or feelings as their own; and are more focused on relationships than men. Carol Gilligan pointed out that women come to know themselves as they are known through their relationships with others. Thus mothers often define themselves through their relationship with their children. The more completely the mother's sense of identity is bound to her dead child, the more devastating the loss and the ensuing experience of grief. Grieving mothers have been found to experience deeper despair than fathers and are more likely to acknowledge that their dead child 'was their life'. Hence a child's death can bring on an identity crisis for a mothers that shakes her very sense of self and self-worth. Once manifestation of this loss of self-worth is a lack of confidence that the mother experiences. She spent all those days, months, and years caring and nurturing and loving her child; and yet, ultimately, she failed to protect her child. As one mother said, 'The death of a child makes an actual psychic wound deeper than any other death. Sustaining such an assault of her physical and psychological self is the most difficult thing a mother is forced to do.' It is perhaps a miracle that a bereaved mother is able to survive the death of her child. In the beginning, when the fact of the child's death is still new, most bereaved mothers feel they will not survive; they can't imagine life continuing without holding, kissing, touching, or seeing their child again. But somehow, despite the aching, the longing, misery and despair, mothers -- although permanently changed in many ways -- do survive the loss of their child. It is a testament to the power of mother love that a bereaved mother can change in positive ways, integrating aspects of her child into her own life, internalizing her relationship to her child and using it to find strength and wisdom, or finding the courage to live joyfully and fully again. When I counsel a grieving mother, my goal is to help her experience her feelings and to follow her personal grief process, however unbearable and bizarre it may appear. I remind her that the death of a child is as involving, absorbing, and miraculous as its birth. As a bereaved mother myself, I know there is little comfort in words when the pain is a response to, and a reflection of, her deep love for her child, and this make the unbearable bearable. One of the distinctive features in the grieving mother's experience is that at the same time she continues to miss the physical presence of her child, she may feel very closely connected to her child, as if the child has once again become a part of her. Some mothers talk to their child. Some use the child as a teacher or guide. I encourage bereaved mothers to experience this new relationship to their child without fear that they are crazy or morbid. Grieving mothers need to know and be assured that the relationship with the child will never die, that their child will always be part of their life, but that the form of the relationship will change. Indeed those mothers who seem to heal most completely are those for whom the child has become an integral part of their inner lives or for whom aspects of their child are lived out in their own lives. The following are reminders about dealing with your grief process: Pay attention to your emotional and physical needs. Cry when you cry, laugh when you laugh, have no expectations of yourself. Accept with compassion what is happening. Be as compassionate with yourself as you are with others. Confusion is part of grief. You might feel as though your brain has been damaged. Forgive yourself when you are not as reliable or responsible as you once were. Trust your feelings and listen to your heart. Often as a mother you attend to other voices before your own. Now is the time to learn to listen inwardly to what is right for you. Give yourself permission to be inconsistent and unpredictable without judging and criticizing yourself. There's no right or wrong when it comes to your grieving. It is uniquely yours. As debilitating as mother's grief is, it is a natural process that contains the seeds for potential growth. Many bereaved mothers are frightened of their despair and want to stifle their suffering. Likewise, a common attitude of friends and family toward a grieving mother is that her grief is a bad thing to be lessened in whatever way possible, that 'she needs to be cheered up or made better'. But negating her grief robs a grieving mother of an opportunity to become her most integrated and powerful self. Rather than trying to stop the pain of grief, persons close to the grieving mother should offer compassion and acceptance of the mother and her despair. So, too, the mother herself is challenged to patiently and compassionately feel and accept her pain. Mothers focusing on their grief rather than denying it, observing and following its patterns, capture the potential for growth that is inherent in the grieving process. Through focusing on and following this process, the devastating effect of losing a child can be transformed into an experience of great meaning for the mothers. Mothers do survive the death a of child, whether through hard work or a commitment to grow or just through the passage of time. And through that survival comes a deeper sense of compassion for others. As one mother said, 'I have a bigger room for people's sorrow than I did before. I now know this awful thing is so much worse than anything else.' And for myself, I have found that the intensity and character of my grief continues to change over time, but the depth of love for my son remains forever constant. ~Nisha Zenoff, PHD, MFCC; TCF, Palo Alto, CA

My Comment...

I was on one of my online grief support groups today & was reading the posts made & reading the comments written as well... I came across one & this is how I replied...

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I've been stareing at this post & 5 comments for at least "about an hour ago" - All I could do was bawl... My dog came up to me, whined, kissed me, & is now laying beside me just watching me... My husband ...pretended to talk for her (the dog), saying "I don't want you to cry mommy... I don't want you to cry mommy" & right now even as I try to type this, I'm barely able to see the screen... I'm so sorry, especially since I understand... It's hard to do anything, when part of your heart is... hurt? broken? snuffed out? missing? lost? empty? burnt? forgotten? cloudy? sad? unaware? angry? guilty? alone? unloved? Please close your eyes & imagine a great big bear hug coming at ya... Sisters, I understand... Faith is hard, especially for those who have these types of feelings...
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"I don't dare to question God why I suffer pain and anguish...
Because I never try to question Him when I feel...
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SELF CONFRONTATION

Today we will be tested in regards to what we have moved through or gained strength in recently. Will you go back into hiding, or will you put into practice what you have learned?

There is a lot of SELF within this card... as in self LOVE, self acceptance, self appreciation etc... Do you have the courage today, to look into your eyes today and tell you how proud you are of you and... how much you LOVE you? As you honor and LOVE who you are, you come further out of hiding and step fully into your self. Into your beauty, grace, LOVE and full presence!!

Do your best not to allow yourself to be affected by external factors today... especially people getting you down. Pull out those tools you have learned recently and hold your ground and truth!!!

Working with affirmations to strengthen your mind and emotions today could be very helpful too...

Allow your SELF to be your  Friend!!

GOD THE GIFT GIVER!

From Shari Soklow's book titled

"Jack's Daughter's Blessings"

Dear God, please lend me your ears...
Give me the courage to face all my fears.
As I stand in the crossroads dreading my life.
My broken heart filled with suffering and strife.

You know that I lost everyone that I love.
Please take this, my message, to Heaven above.
I live on this earth plain as only your guest.
My broken heart is in Heaven, with the best of the best!

My mother, my father, my husband and now my son!
What more can death take from me?
Now that I have lost every one!
When I lost my dear Auntie

You lifted the veil for me to see...
That blessed day her apparition appeared to me!
Oh! The comfort that gave me! The joy, peace and hope...
Please help me again, help me to cope!

I know when my time comes, my loved ones I will see.
Our history together, will bring them to me.
I wish my days on earth to go very fast...
So I may join my beloveds in eternity at last.

I will do good deeds the rest of my days...
As I honor my loved ones in very special ways!
But never again will I feel complete joy as before,
As the days when my beloved son came to my front door!

With his great smile, his hug and kiss,
So empty my heart now, his presence I deeply miss!
For other mothers who suffer like me,
Tortured beyond our wildest imaginings

If a tyrant our loved ones does steal...
Then on our hearts, we must all wear this seal,
This earth has no sorrow,
That Heaven can not heal!

http://www.amazon.com/Jacks-Daughters-Blessings-Shari-Soklow/dp/1462600980

My Son Is Dead...

Tammy Brown in loving memory of Larry Brown

forever gone away from me
is his beautiful face
his smile
that is the light
in my darkest of days
forever gone away from me
is the music of his gentle voice
the mystery in his mesmerizing
peridot eyes
forever gone away from me
are my grandbabies
that would have been
that should have been
my son is dead
his body lies in a casket
buried under a cold
hard mound
I visit his headstone
in a cemetery’s consecrated ground
I speak to the air I breathe
and I hope
and oh God how I pray
that somehow
someway
his spirit can hear what I have to say
my soul cries out for him
every moment of every day
my spirit is defeated
for this anguish will never
not for as long as I breathe
fade away
my son is dead
my heart is broken
shredded and torn
no matter who is left
or who may be born
as you look at me
into my eyes
pause for a minute…
before your expression
turns to pity
and the words
flow out of your mouth
stop for just a moment
and please ask yourself
would I be willing
to trade my child for hers
because he is in a better place?

CHAT WITH GOD

Although Long,This is Worth Reading

God: Hello. Did you call me?

Me: Called you? No.
Who is this?

God: This is GOD.
I heard your prayers.
So I thought I would chat.

Me: I do pray.
Just makes me feel good.
I am actually busy now.
I am in the midst of something.

God: What are you busy at?
Ants are busy too.

Me: Don't know, but I can't find free time.
Life has become like rush hour all the time.

God: Sure.
Activity gets you busy.
But productivity gets you results.
Activity consumes time.
Productivity frees it.

Me: I understand, but I still can't figure out.
By the way, I was not expecting YOU would call.

God: Well, I wanted to resolve your fight for time.
Give you some clarity.

Me: Tell me, why has life become complicated now ?

God: Stop analyzing life. Just live it.
Analysis is what makes it complicated.

Me: Why are we then constantly unhappy ?

God: Your today is the tomorrow that you worried about yesterday.
You are worrying because you are analyzing.
Worrying has become your habit.
That's why you are not happy.

Me: But how can we not worry when there is so much uncertainty ?

God: Uncertainty is inevitable, but worrying is optional.

Me: But then, there is so much pain due to uncertainty...

God: Pain is inevitable, but suffering is optional.

Me: If suffering is optional, why do good people always suffer ?

God: Diamonds cannot be polished without friction.
Gold cannot be purified without fire.
Good people go through trials, but don't suffer.
With that experience their life becomes better, not bitter.

Me: You mean to say such experience is useful ?

God: Yes.
In every term, Experience is a hard teacher.
She gives the test first and the lessons afterwards.

Me: But still, why should we go through such tests ?
Why can't we be free from problems ?

God: Problems are
P urposeful
R oadblocks
O ffering
B eneficial
L essons to
E nhance
M ental
S trength.

Inner strength comes from struggle and endurance,
not when you are free from problems.

Me: Frankly in the midst of so many problems,
we don't know where we are heading...

God: If you look outside you will not know where you are heading.
Look inside.
Looking outside, you dream.
Looking inside, you awaken.
Eyes provide sight.
Heart provides insight.

Me: Sometimes not succeeding fast seems to
hurt more than moving in the right direction.
What should I do ?

God: Success is a measure as decided by others.
Satisfaction is a measure as decided by you.
Knowing the road ahead is more satisfying than knowing you rode ahead.
You work with the compass.
Let others work with the clock.

Me: In tough times, how do you stay motivated ?

God: Always look at how far you have come rather than how far you have to go.
Always count your blessings, not what you are missing.

Me: What surprises you about people ?

God: When they suffer they ask, "why me?"
When they prosper, they never ask "Why me?"
Everyone wishes to have truth on their side,
but few want to be on the side of the truth.

Me: Sometimes I ask, who am I, why am I here.
I can't get the answer.

God: Seek not to find who you are,
but to determine who you want to be.
Stop looking for a purpose as to why you are here.
Create it.
Life is not a process of discovery, but a process of creation.

Me: How can I get the best out of life ?

God: Face your past without regret.
Handle your present with confidence.
Prepare for the future without fear.

Me: One last question.
Sometimes I feel my prayers are not answered.

God: There are no unanswered prayers.
At times the answer is NO.

Me: Thank you for this wonderful chat.
I am so happy to start the New Day with a new sense of inspiration.

God: Well.
Keep the faith and drop the fear.
Don't believe your doubts and doubt your beliefs.
Life is a mystery to solve, not a problem to resolve.
Trust me.
Life is wonderful if you know how to live.

~ Unknown ~

WINGS!

by Shari Soklow

On the wings of an angel on the wings of a prayer, I send my love to you dear son, my wish that I was there! With you now in Heaven, beside you forevermore! Just to see my precious child is all I am living for! I don’t know what you are doing now, what Heaven’s all about! But I do know that you are safe, and at peace, of this, I have no doubt! God is in Heaven, Jesus is there too, and all those righteous souls we loved, have hugged and wrapped their loving arms around you! I don’t think you are an angel, at least you were not while here on earth, but I have loved you anyway, from the moment of your birth!

As for wings, do you have them? And fly around each day? It makes me kind of laugh and smile to think they may get in your way! Not all angels live in Heaven, I know some right here on earth! They give such love and kindness, so very priceless is their worth! We are all Angels in disguise when we truly care about each other! God knew what HE was doing to create a precious mother! So I send my love to you dear son and wish the day would come, when I can finally join you in Heaven, and fly instead of run!

Things on earth are different now, not like when you were here! I close my eyes from time to time pretending that your near! All my joy went with you, it left on that sad day, If like a bird I just had wings, I would simply fly away! I would fly right up to Heaven, and knock on Heaven’s door! I would hug you all, so very tight, and be lonely never more!

Are You An Earth Angel?

by Shari Soklow

Today is the day I see and feel there are 'earth angels' among you! The goodness in you, to look out for your sister in sorrow, qualifies you to be an angel. The pure love we all have and share for our most precious, beloved children, makes us bereaved mothers angels. The strength of character to go on with our shattered lives in the midst of life's most unbearable sorrow, the ultimate test, losing a precious child, makes us angels. An earth angel does not have to be a real angel or biblical angel, An earth angel trusts in the God of her heart to watch over all her loved ones, on earth, as well as in heaven. An earth angel is not so arrogant to think that the God of her heart stopped here, with this one life. She is open minded enough to see the true spirit and beauty of life and know deep in her soul that it was meant to be everlasting, not just for some of the people, some of the time, but for all of the good people, forever and ever, amen.

Prayer Request...

My Father-in-law needs prayers said for him... He has had an infected wound for 8 weeks now & things do not seem to be getting better... My Mother-in-law is REALLY Worried... This same thing (different wound) happened around 25 years ago & the doctor now is saying the same thing the doctor back then said... ...We're trying the last antibiotic, if this doesn't work, I don't know how much time... Oh Mom is sooo Worried... All this that they are going through & she knows what we are going through... She has so much on her shoulders... Please pray for her too! Thank you so much...

Here's a photo of Greg's parents

taken last year at their:

50th Wedding Anniversary...

Matthew 18:19...
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Holding Hands & Praying!!!
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Father, You formed us in our mother's womb and established the number of our days before there was even one of them. You are intimately acquainted with all of our ways, and nothing escapes Your notice. Jesus, You are the Great Physician, and there is nothing too difficult for You. So I bring Bill before You now, and ask that You would touch him with Your almighty power. Your word says that "You hear the desire of the afflicted; you encourage them, and you listen to their cry." Hear Bill & his family now, as they cry out to You and answer him in this time of need. Touch his body Lord, with the strength he needs to fight this infection, that he may recover quickly. Your Word declares that it's by Your stripes that we are healed, so I take hold of that promise for Bill right now, and I proclaim your provision for his healing. Let Your peace overshadow him, and Your presence be his comfort at this time. I pray in Jesus' mighty name, Amen!

Dear Sisters And Brothers In Sorrow,

by Shari Soklow

You are all so very precious to me! As time goes by I feel it even more... Mostly because you do not hide behind a mask! But instead show your true feelings... Your sadness, misery, anger, rage, depression, Love, kindness, caring, grief, heartfelt sorrow! And as you and I share our struggles together, We are bonded forever in our mutual sad cruel fate, And I thank you for sharing this mostly unbearable sorrow!

I want to reach out and hug each one of you! To let you know how deeply I can feel your hurt! Of course not as you and you alone do! But in my own way, and at times that is more than I can bear! I pray not only for help coping- with my own huge tragic losses, I also pray for all of you and yours! And because you have allowed me- to be a part of your suffering, just as I am suffering, I am a better person for Knowing and now caring for each and every one of you!

And I promise to forever remain a true friend And pray for all of us survivors to walk in hope, peace and light! Until the day the curtain is lifted and we all can rejoice at the Re-Union and celebrate Eternal Life!

I Wanted You To Know......

I Was Sitting Here In Heaven

And Having A Wonderful Day.

I Started Thinking About You

And All The Things I Didn’t Get A Chance To Say.

I Don’t Want You To Worry About Me

And Please Don’t Shed Any Tears,

Because I Will Wait For You In Heaven,

If It Takes A Hundred Years.

Everything I Had On Earth

I Have In Heaven Too!

My First Day Here

My Body Became Brand New.

It Is Really Pretty Here

And I Love My New Home,

Although Your Heart Is Broken

Because My Body Is Gone.

My Love Will Always Be There

As You Go Along The Way,

Just Take A Peek Inside Your Heart

There Is Where I’ll Stay.

Know That I Loved My Family

And All My Friends Too,

My Thoughts Will Be With Each Of You

Your Whole Life Through.

In Loving Memory Of Gregory E. Whale Jr.

Who Went Home To Be With The Lord - 4-26-2010
This Poem was written by: Teresa Shelton Bright

WHY GOD?

by Shari Soklow

I am not afraid to die!

I will look God right in the eye,

as I pose the question why?

Some folks seldom have a bright tomorrow,

leading lives of misery and sorrow!

Why are some folks living a life of ease,

while others are dying of a horrible disease?

Why have innocent children suffered beyond belief?

Their prayers not answered and no relief!

The parents hearts that are broken forever,

as they long to be back with their children together!

Is this your plan for us, that suffering we must?

Why should we love you and why should we trust?

Certainly a real father would compassion clearly show!

If my father were God, this would the world know!

Take a lesson from one man who I loved more than life,

For he would never cause this heartache,

misery and strife!

Look what has happened to the beautiful world

we all live in!

The greed and the hatred, the fighting, torment, and sin!

God Almighty, please let us all know...

Why is life such a mystery as you did bestow?

You made good and bad for all to feel and see...

But to take our children is life’s cruelest destiny!

I pray all our loved ones are safe in heaven above!

Then you will be a God who shows HIS children,

More Than Love!

Thank You Jesus!

by Shari Soklow


Thank you Jesus, for making me strong!
For carrying me my whole life long!
So many times I knew you were there!
Guiding me on with your loving care.

Thank you Jesus for understanding my plight,
I know in my heart, you will make things turn out right!
Please watch over our children in heaven above,
Let them all know of our undying love!

Thank you Jesus for all that you give,
with love and compassion you teach us to live!
You are my higher consciousness and this I do know.
I need you with me wherever I go!

Thank you Jesus, as I do my part,
To live a good life, with compassion and heart!
I will care about others whose way may be lost,
and remember that leap of faith, no matter the cost!

Thank you Jesus, for letting me know,
that no one is excluded, as you love us all so!
As for getting into heaven, we both know there are many ways!
Still I choose to follow your example for the rest of my days!