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…