Paul McDonald Dancing With The Angels - Meg Ingram

To Live in Hearts We Leave Behind Is Not To Die

I found this online and sent it to my sister on the 4th anniversary when Jill died.

Remember me on quiet days,
While rain drops whisper on your pane.
But in your memories have no grief.
Let just the joy we knew remain.
Remember me when evening stars
Smile down on you with quiet eyes.
Remember me if once you awake
To catch a glimpse of red sunrise.
Remember me when spring walks by.
Think once of me when you are glad.
When you are happy, so am I.
And when your thoughts do turn to me,
Know that I would not have you cry.
But live for me and laugh for me,
And while you live,
I shall not die.

~~Author Unknown

Why I changed the title of my blog!

I started my blog in 2001 thanks to a friend at the time, Barb. I titled it Grief and my Journey of Healing. Today I changed the title.

Actually, there is no healing from grief, it never goes away. Oh, the intensity lessens, you don't cry everyday but ....... it is still there, my son died and he is never coming back.

There is not one day that goes by where I don't think about him.

It's weird his brother, Jeff is sounding more and more like him!! My imagination or was it always there?

Today on Facebook, The Compassionate Friends asked a question, "Does time heal all wounds?"

My comment was no!!! I will never heal, accept perhaps, but never heal.

So that is why and what lead me to write this entry.

Looking at Life and Death in a Different Way!

This quote if from Pierre Teilhard de Chardin, who was a French Jesuit priest trained as a paleontologist and a philosopher, (1 May 1881 – 10 April 1955). and wrote this:

We are not human beings having a spiritual experience; we are spiritual beings having a human experience.

Paraphrased variant: We are not human beings on a spiritual journey. We are spiritual beings on a human journey.

Quote of the month from The Compassionate Friends. I am sharing since for one it is very true, and secondly, this is the anniversary week for Paul. I say week because it was not just one day, but the days that followed I will never forget. I guess I should be more private about it, but then that's not me!! It's not even that I want attention or anyone to feel sorry for me and for Jeff!! I just I don't want anyone to forget Paul.

Quote of the Month:

From the outside looking in you can never understand and from the inside looking out you can never explain. ~ Author unknown

Some People

Some people come into our lives and quickly go.
Some people move our souls to dance.
They awaken us
...to new understanding
with the passing whisper of their wisdom.

Some people make
the sky more beautiful to gaze upon.
They stay in our lives for awhile,
leave footprints on our hearts
And we are never, ever the same.

~~ By Flavia, poet and bereaved mother

From a comment in Facebook

When we don't speak of those we love who have died, only then have they truly died.

From TCF

If you mention my child's name
I may cry.
But if you don't mention it,
...you will break my heart ~ author unknown

Mother's Day ---2010 In Memory of Paul

The words below is a song sung by Celtic Woman, Lisa Kelly, it is called

Send Me a Song

Take the wave now and know that you're free
Turn your back the land, face the sea
Face the wind now, so wild and so strong
When you think of me, wave to me and send me song
Don't look back when you reach the new shore
Don't forget what you're leaving me for
Don't forget when you're missing me so
Love must never hold, never hold tight, but let go
Oh, the nights will be long when I'm not in your arms
But I'll be in this song that you sing to me
Across the sea, somehow, someday
You will be far away, so far from me
And maybe someday I will follow you in all you do
'Til then, send me a song
When the sun sets the water on fire
When the wind swells the sails of your hire
Let the call of the bird on the wind
Calm your sadness and loneliness
And then start to sing to me
I will sing to you
If you promise to send me a song
I walk by the shore and I hear
Hear your song come so faint and so clear
And I catch it, a breath on the wind
And I smile and I sing you a song
I will send you a song
I will sing you a song
I will sing to you
If you promise to send me a song

This is written by a bereaved mother

The Silver Tears

And so it begins
Silver tears falling like soft rain
Cascading downward on it's sad journey
Arriving at my empty soul and shattered heart
The silver tears come because we are apart
I try to see the beauty in things
I yearn to be... near the warm sun
I listen for laughter and beauty
but the sliver tears just bide their time
for they know
that behind every smile
every warm embrace
The reality of you being gone
will let the silver tears escape
and so it begins
written by
Louise Lagerman

Memories

Today as I was cleaning the condo and while in the bathroom I had a scary moment. I was moving things around on the bathroom vanity I heard the bowl in my hand clink against the porcelain sink. My heart sank as I thought I might have broken the bowl. Now this bowl is old and anyone one would think what’s the big deal? It doesn’t look like it’s worth anything. But it is special; Paul gave it to me and there is a story behind it. Of course the story is meaningful only to me, but if another bereaved parent should read this they would understand.

Paul was about 24 years old and just moved into an apartment that he shared with another young man. Some time later his roommate moved out. It wasn’t long after I had stopped by and noticed this pretty, but chipped bowl on the table. It had an antique look to it so I commented how I thought it was pretty and where did it come from. Well his old roommate left it behind. I asked him if I could have it and he said not really he used it for his cereal. Time went by and I had forgotten all about the bowl until one day out of the blue, Paul asked me if I still wanted it. I said yes and then he handed it over to me. It is not like it was a huge sacrifice or any big deal, but the story is a special memory. There is just a bit more to my story that I want to add. Time had passed and I was out shopping and found this big white bowl and printed in blue, it said cereal bowl. Perfect!! I bought it so I could replace the pretty bowl that Paul had given to me. I kept the big cereal bowl for a very long time and then I gave it to Jeff, Paul’s brother. Jeff and I do that from time to time, swap things that are Pauls. We share his precious things and relive our precious memories.

September 3rd

There is not one day that goes by where I don't think about Paul but yesterday my thoughts were mainly of him, it was his birthday. I sent a message to Paul in a red balloon and watched it sail up so high that surely it made it to heaven. I watched until I could no longer see it.

Happy Birthday my love!!

There Must Be A Reason

That We Can't See,There Must Be A Reason Why

A Reason We Must Take On Faith

As We Do The Sun On High

For We Know That Life Is A Journey

Sometimes Long And Sometimes Brief

A Journey On Which We All Find Joy

Mingled With Sadness And Grief

So Try To Remember The Joy Today

However Hard It May Be

And Trust You'll Find Comfort

When You Know,

The Reason You Now Can Not See.

About sons and I think this is true:

You don’t raise heroes,
you raise sons. And if
you treat them like sons,
they’ll turn out heroes,
even if it’s just in
your own eyes.

Beautifully Imperfect

A friend sent me an email and it was a video from YouTube. This video is not just for anyone who has lost a loved one, but for all to cherish the loved ones who are still with us. Warning, it may bring a tear of two to your eyes and remind you how beautifully imperfect our loved ones are. The link is below.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4I3ZmNKYma0

In Memory of Jill

Remembered Joy

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free!
I follow the plan God laid for me.
I saw His face, I heard His call,
I took His hand and left it all...
I could not stay another day,
To love, to laugh, to work or play;
Tasks left undone must stay that way.
And if my parting has left a void,
Then fill it with remembered joy.
A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss...
Ah yes, these things I, too, shall miss.
My life's been full, I've savoured much:
Good times, good friends, a loved-one's touch.
Perhaps my time seemed all too brief—
Don't shorten yours with undue grief.
Be not burdened with tears of sorrow,
Enjoy the sunshine of the morrow.

The New Year

A new year brings time to reflect
on the children we love,
those who remain with us
and those for whom we grieve ~

Wayne Loder

Be Comforted

My child, show tears over a

dead person

and intone the lament to show

your own deep grief;

bury the body with due

ceremonial,

and do not neglect to honor

the grave . . .

And then be comforted in your

sorrow;

for grief can lead to death,

a grief-stricken heart

undermines your strength.

Let grief end with the funeral;

a life of grief oppresses the

mind.

(Ecclesiasticus 38:16-20).

Sadly, this is easier said than done.

~~~karen

Thanks to the Troops

God Bless America and our Troops

In Memory of Paul .... Laid to Rest 10/31/1999

Love is patient, love is kind.
It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.
It is not rude, it is not self-seeking.
It is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs.
Love does not delight in evil, but rejoices with the truth.
It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.
Love never fails.

I Corinthians 13:4-8