DEACATED TO MY SON JR WHO GRADUATED TO HEAVEN ON AUGUEST 7, - TopicsExpress



          

DEACATED TO MY SON JR WHO GRADUATED TO HEAVEN ON AUGUEST 7, 2004 “HAPPY BIRTHDAY JR” My Son would have been 43 today. I know your life JR On earth was troubled so much pain and sorrow and only you could know the pain of Crohns disease which you fought for some 24 years, you werent afraid to face the devil and I always remember that day that you invited Jesus Christ into your life as your Lord and Savior. You were no stranger to the rain and storms of so much pain but you never gave up, you fought hard to overcome that disease. Go rest high on that mountain my son dad will be with you soon, ‘Cause, Son, your work on earth is done Go to Heaven a shouting which I know you did because you always took things head on always give your best; I know how you Love the Father and the Son. Oh, how we cried the day you left us, I was right there my you side holding your hand and asking God that this would not be the day, but the Lord knew it was your time to go shouting into heaven. We all gathered round your grave to grieve and give that one last kiss we had for you. Son, you should see your children now they still are so precious. They have grown in all areas in the last ten years, we are all so proud of them and I know you are too. They are all saved so there is going to be a big reunion heaven one of these days. Wish I could see the angels’ faces when they hear your sweet voice sing and how they all welcome you home. How Son Go rest high on that mountain cause, Son, your work on earth is done. Go to Heaven a shouting Love for the Father and the Son Go rest high on that mountain cause, Son, your work on earth is done Go to Heaven a shouting Love for the Father and the Son. JR My Beautiful son, its going on ten years that you have been gone. I’m just so thankful I was there that day when you went home to heaven. I’m so glad that you knew Jesus as your Lord and Savior, but you know I wish it could have been me instead of you. The kids miss you so much. Mom and I love and miss you. I will be with you someday. Please watch over all of us. Your kids miss you also. I love you my beautiful son. The thought of being thankful fills my heart with joy knowing that God give you to us to love for thirty two years, there will be no more tears, no more death, and neither sorry nor no more pain only will be health, joy and gladness for you now. There are some days of heavy shrouds of blackness enveloping my soul, pervasive, throat-catching, writhe in me, and coil. I must, acknowledge, just express thanksgiving to God that we all had you for 32 years and that we will all unite for all eternity one day. Though I know your gone from us forever here on earth and we mourn to see your face just one more time, not one minute is all I would ask cause that is long enough to hug and kiss you. So we are all happy and cheerful but there is always the empty place when we all cheerful gather. Though my voice quivers, quakes, as it is today but that is aright because all the love I have for you. Make a toast of your living here for 32 years a blessing to all living that small tributes all it takes and we need to all be thankful for that. ten years my mind refuses to believe it has been that long. ten years Ive gone on without you struggling with all my soul and mind; to find some kind of logic in why you left us behind. So many times Ive wanted you right back here by my side; but nothing can reverse what happened not even the buckets of tears Ive cried. Now day-by-day I remember you so deeply in my heart and soul and you are never far from my mind; and try as I might to win the fight to have God’s comfort and peace in my heart. I always find comfort with my Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. As another year begins without you I search for the will to go on somehow; and again I find that in my Savior and knowing I will see you again someday standing at that eastern gate. But my time to join you has not yet come. With Gods help I will get by for now. Only God can heal a broken heart, oh there are horrible days I have to omit to. No words of comfort could anyone say. Its been ten years since you my precious son went to Heaven ... My heart breaks a little more each day. I cant believe you are no longer with me. I look for you everywhere I go. But I really dont need to search for you ... Because your in Heaven; this I know. Oh but I miss your smile and hugs. I long to hear your laughter. I long to hold you close to me again. Comfort is what I am really after. But comfort just doesnt come easy. There was a high price to pay. The only way I can find comfort is knowing ... Ill see you again in Heaven one day. This does make the pain a bit easier ... But it doesnt make the pain depart. For once youve lost a child; you soon learn ... Only God can heal a Broken Heart. I see your face though your been gone for ten years now at least. Your departure unexpected. Though in your face the youth is gone replaced with time and line. I somehow see you smile and in spite of wrinkle, shine. For its not your face in the mirror, its his Daddy looking back. It should be the other way around; life’s deck should be restacked. It just fill so unnatural to send a son away, but I know my son is in the arms of Jesus to stay. Now your disease is healed for eternity….praise the Lord. Still, I recognize a glimmer of you within this skin of mine. I must do you honor though I grieve I must let His light yet shine. I’m a survivor or so Ive heard it said. But they can’t hear my crying just like today when all others are still in bed. I sometimes lay awake at night and think how I use to hold your hand and tell you goodnight. I know God is holding my hand and giving me the comfort that only He can and He does make me understand why my son had to go that hurtful day. But like the sands on the beach that never wash away...I watch over my surviving ones who I pray for every day. I try to wear a smile for others... a smile of disguise! But through Heavens door I see tears flowing from my eyes. I try to cope with death; to keep your memory alive. But anyone who knows me just knows it is my way to survive as I watch for Heavens open door.. I try to see the angels that protect us forevermore! A BROKEN HEART THAT TIME WONT EVER HEAL UNTIL I ALSO REACH THAT EASTERN GATE Happy Birthday In Haven JR My Son
Posted on: Sat, 06 Dec 2014 15:42:37 +0000

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