I still feel the pangs of loneliness from time to time, and, yes…even regret at things I failed to tell them while they were here; things that would have meant the world to them to hear.  Like, “I love you so much!” … or, “I’m sorry that I hurt you!”  I know they are in a wonderful place, and all the bad things, sad things that happened here on earth are far from their minds now.

I wrote this poem for those loved ones that I leave behind.  I don’t want them to be sad at what was said or not said…what was done, or not done.  I want them to know that I have gone on to be with Jesus.  I want them to know that they can see me again if they will just call on HIS name and ask for forgiveness.

I hope to see you there!

When you stand before my grave,

And hear birds in the trees nearby;

When the Spring morning shakes her rain-drenched hair above, Read more…