[tri-wings] A letter from above :*(

Just found this and have to show you......(tissues needed !!!!)

 Dear Mom and Dad,

 I know this is a rough time for you. So I will be as gentle as I can be.

 First of all, thank you for so many tears, particularly those shared with 
another that you love. They are a gift to me, a precious tribute to your 
investment in me.

 As you do your mourning, do it at your pace only. Don?t let anybody suggest 
that you do your grief work on their timetable. Do whatever it takes to face 
directly the reality of what has happened, even though you may need to pause 
frequently and yearn for my return. Do this with courage and my blessings.  
Know that sometimes inertia is the only movement possible.

Give your best to keeping a balance between remembering me and renewing your 
commitments to life. It?s O.K. with me if you go through minutes, hours and 
even days not thinking about me. I know that you?ll. never forget. Loosening me 
and grabbing hold of a new meaning is a delicate art. I?m not sure if one comes 
before the other or not, maybe it?s a combination.

 Be with people who accept you as you are. Mention my name out loud, and if 
they don?t make a hasty retreat, they?re probably excellent candidates for 
friendship.

 If, by a remote possibility, you think that there is anything that you could 
have done for me and didn?t. I forgive you, as my Lord does. Resentment does 
not abide here, only love.

 You know how people sometimes ask you how many children you have? Well, I?m 
still yours and you are still my parents. Always acknowledge that with 
tenderness, unless to do so would fall on insensitive ears or would be painful 
to you. I know how you feel inside. To be included as your child honours me.

 Read, even though your tears anoint the page. There is an immense library here 
and I have a card. In Henri Nowens?   ?Out of Solitude?, he writes, ?The friend 
who can be silent with us in a moment of despair and confusion, who can stay 
with us in an hour of grief and bereavement, who can tolerate not healing, and 
face with us the reality of our powerlessness, that is a friend who cares.?

 Mom and Dad, I don?t know where you are spiritually now, but rest assured that 
our God is not gone. The still small voice you hear in your heart is His voice. 
The warmth that sometimes enfolds you is Him. The tears that tremble just 
beneath your heartbeat is Him. He is in you, as I am.

I want you both to know that I am O.K. I have sent you messages to ease your 
pain, they come in the form of flowers that bloom out of season, birds singing, 
voices and visions and sometimes through your friends and even strangers who 
volunteer as angels. Stay open but don?t expect the overly dramatic. You will 
get whet you need and it may be simply an internal peace.  You are not crazy, 
you have been comforted.

 Please seek out people bereaved longer than you. They are tellers of truth, 
and if they have done there work, are an inspiration and a beacon of hope whose 
pain lessened dramatically and one more wisdom before I close. There are still 
funny happenings in our world. It delights me to no end when I hear your 
spontaneous, uncontrolled laughter. That, too, will come in due time.

 Today, I light a candle for you. Joined with your candle, let their light 
shine above the darkness.

 Affectionately,

 Your Angel child.
 PS: I?ll. see you later!

 Author Unknown



big hugs



Mandy,mum to Matthew 9,Charlotte 8 , Gareth (t18 ^i^ Nov 14th'99) Dominic 
(Cystic Hygroma ^i^ July 23rd '00) and soon to be mum of our "special little 
someone" (England UK)

www.geocities.com/baby2angels2000/index.html

"Who then can so softly bind up the wound of another as he who has felt the 
same wound" - Thomas Jefferson 



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