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~A MOTHER'S LOVE OUTLASTS EVERYTHING~

One calm, bright, sweet, sunshiny day, an angel slipped out of heaven and came down to this old world and roamed field and forest, city and hamlet.
Just as the sun was setting, he spread his wings and said,"Now my visit is over and I must go back to the world of light. But before I go, I would like to take along some mementos of my visit here."

He noticed a beautiful flower garden and said,"How lovely and fragrant these flowers are." He plucked the rarest and most beautiful roses and made a bouquet and said, "I see nothing more beautiful and fragrant than these; I will take them back to heaven with me."
Looking on a little further, he saw a bright-eyed, rosy-cheeked baby, smiling into its mother's face. And he said, "Oh, that baby's smile is even prettier than this bouquet of roses; I will take that, too!"

Then he looked just beyond the cradle and there was a mother's love pouring out like the gush of a river toward the cradle and the baby. And he said to himself, "Oh, that mother's love is the prettiest thing I have seen on earth; I will carry that, too."

With the three treasures he winged his way back to heaven. When he got outside the pearly gates, he decided to examine his mementos to see how well they had made the trip.
He looked at the flowers and they had wilted. He looked at the baby's smile and it had faded. He looked at the mother's love and it was still there in all its warmth and in all its pristine beauty.

He threw aside the wilted flowers and the faded smile, and winged his way through the gates. He led all the hosts of heaven together and said, "Here is the only thing I found on earth that would keep its beauty all the way to heaven ... It is a Mother's Love."

~Two Hearts~

Not even death can separate two hearts that really care,
For memory spans all time and in seconds we are there.

We hear the voice, we see the smile, and deep inside we know
That loved ones are a part of us wherever we may go.

They're in our hearts forever no matter when or where
Not even death can separate two hearts that really care.

*Author Unknown*

~THE CORD~

We are connected,
My child and I, by
An invisible cord
Not seen by the eye.
It's not like the cord
That connects us 'til birth
This cord can't be seen
By any on Earth.
This cord does it's work
Right from the start.
It binds us together
Attached to my heart.
I know that it's there
Though no one can see
The invisible cord
From my child to me.
The strength of this cord
Is hard to describe.
It can't be destroyed
It can't be denied.
It's stronger than any cord
Man could create
It withstands the test
Can hold any weight.
And though you are gone,
Though you're not here with me,
The cord is still there
But no one can see.
It pulls at my heart
I am bruised...I am sore,
But this cord is my lifeline
As never before.
I am thankful that God
Connects us this way
A mother and child
Death can't take it away!

Geoff and I in June 1997 on a rollercoaster at Darien Lake Amusement park. This was on "Physics Day" at the park. A group of seniors from Franklinville High School went for a field trip to do physics "experiments". Geoff asked me to come with the group so he would have someone to ride the 'coasters with. I'm sooo glad that I went that day... we had soooo much fun! A memory I'll always treasure! This picture never fails to make me smile! Geoff's best friend, Jeremy, is behind us here too. They were "brave" enough to let go! :-)

~ANOTHER CHOICE~

"I don't know how you do it,
I couldn't have done the same."
These sometimes are the words I hear
As I say my son's name.

"I had no other choices,"
Is often my reply;
I must learn to live without him,
or shrivel up and die.

It's way down on the inside
Where one can never see,
Way deep within. . .
Is the missing part of me.

It's when you do not see me
That I cry my silent tear,
Or feel the empty hurt inside,
Because he is not here.

I would choose it to be be different,
I would choose to feel no pain,
I would choose to only smile,
As I say my son's name.

So if you wonder how I do it,
I will quietly raise my voice,
"I wouldn't have done it this way,
If I'd had another choice."

*copyright--LeAnn Olson*
(modified w/permission)

Go ahead and mention my child
The one that died, you know
Don't worry about hurting me further
The depth of my pain doesn't show.
Don't worry about making me cry
I'm already crying inside
Help me to heal by releasing
The tears that I try to hide.
I'm hurt when you just keep silent
Pretending it doesn't exist
I'd rather you'd mention my child
Knowing that he has been missed.
You asked me how I'm doing
I say "pretty good" or "fine"
But healing is something on-going
I feel it will take a lifetime.

~When No Words Seem Appropriate~

I won't say, "I know how you feel" - because I don't.
I've lost parents, grandparents, aunts, uncles and friends,
but I've never lost a child. So how can I say I know how
you feel?

I won't say, "You'll get over it" - because you won't.
Life will have to go on. The washing, cooking, cleaning,
the common routine. These chores will take your mind off
your loved one, but the hurt will still be there.

I won't say, "Your other children will be a comfort to
you" - because they may not be. Many mothers I've talked to
say that after they have lost a child, they easily lose
their temper with their remaining children. Some even feel
resentful that they're alive and healthy when the other
child is not.

I won't say, "Never mind, you're young enough to have
another baby" - because that won't help. A new baby cannot
replace the one that you've lost. A new baby will fill your
hours, keep you busy, give you sleepless nights. But it
will not replace the one you've lost.

You may hear all these platitudes from your friends and
relatives. They think they are helping. They don't know
what else to say. You will find out who your true friends
are at this time Many will avoid you because they can't
face you. Others will talk about the weather, the holidays
and the school concert but never about how you're coping.

So what will I say?

I will say, "I'm here. I care. Anytime. Anywhere." I
will talk about your loved one. We'll laugh about the good
memories. I won't mind how long you grieve. I won't tell
you to pull yourself together.

No, I don't know how you feel - but with sharing,
perhaps I will learn a little of what you are going through.
And perhaps you'll feel comfortable with me and find your
burden has eased. Try me.

Written by a pediatric nurse
Submitted to Ann Landers
from A 5th Portion of Chicken Soup for the Soul
Copyright 1998 by Jack Canfield and Mark Victor Hansen

"Those we love never die, for as long as we live and remember; they are with us."
*Helen Steiner Rice*

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