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The first person I lost who I was close to, was my granda who died on my 19th birthday, 9th September, 1979. He was about 79 I think. I was mentally unwell at the time, touched by God, so that sort of shame compounds the grief. I am over it now though. I have his photo on my wall. I do believe he is in heaven though. The next person I lost was my own dad - 17th August 1988, before his 67th or 68th birthday which would have been 25th August. Dad and Mum were divorced under troublesome circumstances. Dad was an alcoholic and beat up on my mum. He never laid a finger on me though. I was very young, the youngest all through the trauma of growing up like this. How I remember the scenes, the scars ran deep. My older sister used to find me lying in my bed, shaking. He left the house, was put out when I was 8, however he always kept in touch with me, especially on my birthdays. I did love my Dad very much, despite all. As I grew up, I was the peacemaker trying to bring my brothers and sisters to reconcile with Dad. they had had it tougher than me, being older. He didn't beat them up but he fought with my older brother. All were reconciled except my oldest brother Billy. Dad lived a very sad life, all alone, apart mostly for me for my visits, and presents, in a hostel, a Salvation Army hostel. But he said he was happy enough with his mates there etc. So I don't know. He was teetotal the last ten years or so, I am not sure of the exact number, of his life and had plenty of time to repent. The circumstances of his death, concerning me, hold regret and remorse. I was due to visit him one night and then decided instead I would go out drinking with a friend. I intended and would have visited him the next night. After going out with my pal and having a good time, the next day at work, as next of kin, I got the phone call that he had been rushed to hospital. It turns out he had been ill, as I knew but thought it not serious, and it turns out he had been acting strangely for a few nights. Very energetic and restless. And I think he was expecting me to visit. Well I did visit but it was at his deathbed in hospital. I was all alone and did not know who to turn to or how to get in touch with my brother. My sister lived away at the time. Eventually, after nerve-wracking times, I got a hold of my brother and we were both at his side when he died. This is the one and only time I have ever experienced this. But I was glad on looking back I was there for him. To hear that heartbeep go flat ...... I was 27 at the time. Dad had always said to the woman captain at the Salvation Army, a friend and neighbour of me too, that my children will bury me. And we did. We gave him a Roman Catholic funeral. And some of my friends turned up for the funeral which I was grateful for. A Requiem Mass. I chose the hymns, they means so much to me today. The next close family I lost was my brother Billy. He died on April 21st, (my other brother Jim's birthday) 1990. Aged 41. My brother Jim had just had a son on the 18th. It was again unusual circumstances. Billy had heart trouble. The doctor was called in when he had chest pains, knowing Billy's past history. He said it was flu. (I hate that doctor now, don't go to him, a lot of people say he is a horse doctor). And Billy took a massive heart attack and died in the early hours of the morning after that night. Jim came to tell Mum and me (Mum lives with me) (and my step-Dad) in the middle of the night. Mum was so upset. I remember her calling out, "Oh, my first-born". I was a bit upset also that he was cremated rather than buried as I wanted a place to go visit him. But that was outwith my jurisdiction, as it was up to his wife and sons and I never even made my wishes known. Well I will continue this in part two in case I run out of space. |
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| Well the last death which has really affected me was of my very good friend and neighbour, Agnes on 17th June 2002. I had known her all my life. After my mum's best friend died, oh some 17 years ago, and Agnes moved down beside us, she became my mum's best friend. She was always popping in and out of our house. I miss that. And at Hogmanay when she was on her own (before her son moved in with her) Mum and I would go in and share a drink and wish her Happy New Year. But I really started getting close to Agnes personally as a friend round about 1997 or 98 when I started going to Mass with her each week. We did this for 2 years solid but I lost interest in the Catholic Faith. Whilst there we would be honoured to be asked to take part in the Procession (which is taking the unconsecrated bread and wine down to the altar). I am very shy and I remember the first time we did this - I was so nervous, and Agnes and I weren't quite sure what to do! We made mistakes but it was okay and we were asked quite a few times which we did. Once, when I was in the middle of a mental breakdown, I used to alway go to the Lady Chapel to pray and was praying to Our Lady and I was crying. Agnes was very worried about me as I took so long. She always said she knew something was wrong. She always put pennies, she saved them up, in the St. Vincent de Paul (charitable works) tin. We were usually always the last out of church. Then we would go in the church hall and I would sit with her and her friend for a little while, sharing a cup of tea and a bun until it was time for bingo. Then I would leave. I remember the long summer nights when we would walk down to church. It always went by in a flash, the walk, as we talked. Otherwise we would get a taxi down or her son would drive us. During this time, through my job, I got friendly with a good friend of Agnes', Margaret. It would get so I would visit her on a Friday when Agnes was there, and I would make the coffee and put out the cakes. It was a little ritual. Margaret still misses her dreadfully too. Agnes would buy me little presents. She is the very first person to buy me my own ornament, for my 40th birthday. I still treasure it and I have perfume bottles she bought me. She would bring me back little gifts from her holidays too. She was very generous and didn't miss out my brother when he was staying here. I bought her Christmas gift but she would always give me mine at the New Year. She got sick with cancer. I remember going to the hospital with her and knowing I would lose her soon and wondering how I would cope. I went to say goodbye to her after she had passed on. I touched her hand and said we will meet again. I arranged flowers for the funeral for me and Margaret, similar bunches and they were put on the hearse at the top of the car. A man walked through the streets in front of the hearse. This was very touching. Her family held a wake for her. I popped in but didn't feel right. Agnes, you are sorely missed and still loved. thank you for your friendship. See you in heaven and say hello to Jesus for me. After her death I had a dream about Agnes. She was like a beautiful young woman in a white dress. And then she was old but still beautiful. I believe this was of God and was a message saying she was in heaven. |
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The last two most recent deaths that affected me. My best friend Sandra's Mum on 17th July 2003. And our old friend and neighbour just less than 2 months ago, Johnny McIlroy on 23rd May 2004. We knew Sandra's Mum was dying. She is in glory with Our Best Friend, Jesus. I was dreading this for Sandra and really thought she would go to pieces. I liked Patsy (her mum) too and had known her ever since Sandra and I became best friends 30 years ago. Although Sandra and her family were all devestated, she surprised me by how strong she was. She coped and continued to cope though I suspect the pain will never die till she is reunited with her. Sandra has a lot to keep her going, to live for. Her own husband and 2 sons as well as her family. And then there was her daddy. We went through a very bad time when we thought we might lose him too. We prayed to God as I could not really see how she could cope, if she lost her daddy so soon after her mum. But God be praised, though he does not keep in good health, he survives and has quite a good quality of life. Thank You Jesus for hearing our prayers and answering them. I was there for Sandra when it happened and went to say goodbye to her mum. I was shocked at the effect the cancer had had. (It was the first I had seen her in quite a while). She was all but skin and bone. God was merciful to take her home where she is in bliss and intercedes for her loved ones. I attended the Requiem Mass, burial and funeral breakfast. God bless her and all her family. Johnny went to his heavenly home recently. We are comforted, and I pray his family take comfort, in this fact. And he didn't suffer an awful lot through prolonged effects of cancer. I had known Johnny all my life and grew up with his kids. He had been Mum's neighbour for about 47 years. He was, I know only God is good, but I know you understand when I say he was a good man. I went to say goodbye to him. He looked as if he was only sleeping, and would wake up and say, "I am only kidding". It still really has not sunk in with me that he has gone. His hand was cold to the touch.  He had such a close family, who were all so good to him. I was devestated for them, my heart really felt for them, and they were devestated. they are all good friends of mine too, the whole extended family. I visited Johnny in hospital less than a week before he died. He said then he would never walk again. Although half expected it was still such a shock when he passed on, so quickly. A note about another bereavement. His wife died about 17 years ago. She was mum's best friend. She is sorely missed too as is Johnny. I remember that night vividly. They had just returned from a night out at the Club when she collapsed and died in the taxi outside their home (2 doors from me). We were in bed. Some member of the family came and banged our door and went away by the time we got up. We looked outside and saw the police and he told us what had happened. Mum ran into Johnny's still in her dressing gown. Johnny was the best of neighbours to not only us but us all. He was forever being our handy man up until the past few years when he got frailer. He gave us in home made soup every Monday. He made delicious soup, but not enough salt Johnny!!!! When my step dad was alive we did not have a phone and I often used Johnny's. When he was in hospital (my step dad) Johnny's no. was my contact no. for to contact me as next of kin. It was him that came in and said I was to phone the hospital and him that comforted me when I phoned the hospital and was told my step dad had passed on. "That's rotten" he said. I used those very words to Johnny's family, when he died. A bit of good news. Lorna, his granddaughter, a close friend, and baby, are moving into Johnny's home. So there will still be McIlroys in our avenue. Thanks for reading. Mary xoxo God bless you all and comfort you in your grief. |
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On July 7th 2005 was the latest death in the family. The day of the London bombings though it was not caused by that. (Job - God gives, God taketh away). (Paul - we are his workmanship which means His Poems, God's poems.... it is His Right to take and to give ....). Margaret Milloy, one of my very best friends, elderly, never made it to 87 y.o. as she suspected, Catholic through and through, who prayed for me to get back my Holy Roman Catholic faith, her prayers were answered with a vengeance; such high peace was granted from 2000 to 2004 as Paul promised even on earth; (what does caught up to the third heaven mean? I KNOW what I think .....) never a moment a boredom during those years (boredom leads to very deep depression from which I was delivered from the depths of hell till something I could handle.... now I just fight Satan with God) .... nervous breakdown in 5th September 2000 4 days before my 40th birthday, first party I would ever have in my life, wee mammy ( wee mum) so excited arranging it all and I spend it in psychiatric hospital .... God more than made up for it during these years to present .... not had many mental distburbance breakdowns to this time .... about 9 in total ..... I held on .... as you or many of you may know have had two breakdowns this year..... am better than ever I was.... 2 within l month... I had held on longest for 11 years ... this is to grow, to learn, we must read, even other faiths, debate without argument.... explore, God is God of the Chosen People, the Jews....Paul says all we who believe are Jews .......... the early Christian Fathers.... heresy, think of heresy in this day and age .... THINK .... God, the Holy Trinity, The Pure Lord Gods will answer all our questions when we pass from this life ,.... first there is life, conception is life ..... we die in birth, are baptized in the faith, are re-born from our Mother's womb .... we are buried and died with Christ in the Tomb at baptism..... "This is My Beloved Son with Whom I Am.... well pleased" .... we are dead with The Lord Jesus so therefore real physical death where is Thy Sting? ... Margaret and a friend of mine we had a Friday ritual, Friday 3 pm we would pause and reflect on the Passion of Jesus Christ Our Lord then celebrate His Glorious Resurrection with prayer, reflection, and meditation... we would celebrate His Wake (Celtic) with Scottish brew tea and cakes and biscuits ..... and hymns as in the early Church .... they have both passed on to glory now... Margaret I love you and you are sorely missed.... my beloved friend.... I write poems, pure poems, heartfelt in dedication of all I love whether dead or alive ..... prayer is the most powerful weapon we have to fight Satan.... St Augustine of Canterbury..... (3rd century?) .... prayer affects God The Trinity... affects people whether celebrity or unknown ... Margaret to Long Life safe in the Arms of Jesus I have many many fond memories of you but I am great cos I am getting older and wiser and I Have JESUS ... A Toast to You, give my greetings to Our Lord please ... Mary, Christiana Dawn |
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Here is the promised poem I wrote in honour of Princess Diana (a little late letting you have it here I know). I had my photo took holding this poem at my last friend whose memorial is just here lastly in Margaret's house when she was alive. I have written a poem for Margaret also which I will publish later. This poem was published in a book and I also wrote my condolences to the Royal Family in a Condolence Book which were set up all over the country at that time. DEDICATED TO DIANA, PRINCESS OF THE PEOPLE (Died 31st August, 1997) Her gallant soul has but taken flight She is now enveloped in the Light Of Jesus Christ, her Lord and Master She is happy in the hereafter. While on earth, she led a true, good, life She was daughter, mother and wife She did good and had a loving heart She cared deeply for others, no part was truly false, 'cept maybe on show she hid behind a brave face, although her inner agony, hard to bear Almost too much, she had her share of crying to sleep, dreading the day How she felt inside, who can say? Yes, she had her yoke, burdens to b ear But for her children, oh, always there They were her pride, happiness and joy Her reason for living, her boys She bustled about from place to place Sharing comfort, joy, to each his space The greatest gift that she could give Was her time so that others could live A life of dignity and release from Life's hardship, she brought peace ... Only for a moment, her smile shone Like a beacon of hope - world forlorn Like a candle or star she will shine evermore Always remembered, immortal and a door to God's Presence for that is where she waits for Harry and Wills, she prays for their fates A loving mother, a loving Princess of the People, she was no more, no less And in this poem I do aspire To laud someone I greatly admire. Thank you for caring Thank you for sharing your life for a brief moment And your passing we lament To Diana Spencer, blonde and beautiful I dedicate this tribute, blue-eyes, to you. Without her, the world's a far worse place Lady Diana, Lady of grace .... copyright Mary A. Shovlin 15th October 2001 |
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A neighbour I missed out in the memorials was a very good friend of my father's, Archie MacLean who died in 1994 and he was a big part of my childhood. In my wee cul de sac it is mostly elderly widows who live here now but the childrens laughter is heard in the street again via grandchildren and a new generation. I am sad to report my latest very sad loss. Just heard on Friday there that a very good friend of mine, Margaret Corlett, we have been writing to each other since early 90's but never met in the flesh; we met through the Police (Sting) Fan club; passed safe into Jesus' Arms on 26th April 2006, funeral was at Teclas Llandegla church, on 3rd May; I heard from her boyfriend and it was a photo of a lovely rural church, it is in Wales, it would be of comfort to think of her body resting there in such a lovely churchyard with church; I have to phone her boyfriend as I have no details of how she died but I knew she had serious heart problems, and a foot partly amputated about 2 years ago; she was younger than me, so about 43. Margaret never lost her love of Sting or his music like many of my other friends did and she loved all sorts of music, she was friends with a couple of famous over here musicians; despite her disabilities and losing her father quite recently and with the care of her mother who moved into a nursing home and having recently just moved house herself, what a job we know that is, you always found her the same way, cheerful, honest and friendly. She never missed my birthday or Christmas nor me hers. Having mysel f been in hospital recently I could not remember if she had written me or not or she was due to write to me; I thought I had written to her; I always worried if there was too long a gap in between our writing as we were pretty regular, a bit erratic, in case something had happened to her, but the card from Hadyn her boyfriend came as a stunning bolt from the blue. She was a good friend and will be sadly missed. Sting sent her a hand-written 40th birthday card as she was one of the earliest members of the Police fan club and she met him at a book-signing, her dream realized, in London in 2004, for all of 20 seconds after all that travel and queuing up for hours. But it was worth it. I think she had a lot of happiness in her life latterly with one boyfriend Dewi, long term relationship, but they split and she was happy with Haydn. Deo Gratis. Give Jesus a hug from me Margaret. Mary xoxo |
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Just a wee short note about the neighbours. I am really very blessed. Margaret Lynne who was probably closest to Mum, she still came into our house, her husband died 21 years ago, his name was Robert. We didnt know them all that well at that time but well enough. And also Cathy who lost her husband John Forbes, about 19 years ago, a figure in my childhood, neighbours since ever we were here; the family prayed to God to end his suffering (cancer); but yet Cathy still went and visited her mother in law for many years despite severe difficulties to herself (physical) - she is over 70 now maybe approaching 80 but looks so good; John her husband's mother did not pass on to glory, die, till she was 98; a long life is a gift from God; what you make of life, fulfilling, is whatever age you are and wisdom from God; ask for it. Both Margaret and Cathy are Christian and I believe saved through just knowing them, I know them and respect the goodness in my elders. As almost elders of the Church. They are both Church of Scotland believers; just told today they only receive Communion every 3 months; I am amazed but sort of gobsmacked but being the elders they are they have totally no criticism of my choice of Roman Catholicism and I respect that totally. I dont know if I have mentioned but my next door neighbours husband John died 6 weeks after my step-dad in 1993. As Cathy and Mgt said to me today we have all lived on our own for so many years as I will have to too but we have God and family and friends. God bless Mary xoxo |
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The latest and most grievious ever losses to me are still to raw to talk about. My mum who I lived with all my life, in the house I was born in was taken by Jesus 26th August 2006 and then before 5 months was up my only sister, my big sister died 13th January 2007, this year. The below poem by a very close friend is dedicated to my mum and sister. It is all I can bear to put up just now. At times, we have so much to say We say nothing at all Like when a tear slips and falls A caring hand reaches out An embrace hugs you tight You know everything will be all right Other times words cannot express How someone gives you happiness By sending a card making a call You try hard sharing your thoughts Wanting them to know you care a lot While eyes shine with unshed tears Only silence can be heard Heart to heart or miles apart The message sent is perfectly clear What it means having them near You try to express missing those not here If only you could sit with them awhile Once again to see their smile However, life is not meant to be Understood perfect and pristine So at times we have so much to say We end up saying nothing at all We communicate sitting side by side Unspoken words are heard, like The whisper of butterfly wings A calmness settles deep inside Everything is going to be just fine No words required as hearts touch Because at times words are too much. In Memory of My Loving Sister Margaret Bowie, taken by Jesus Saturday 13th January 2007, Mary Shovlin copyright (poem by Sagebrush)
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My Heart goes out to you along with some very understanding prayers I lost
my mom then 15 months later my dad Then On 13 Jan. 2006 five months later
my husband
They say it gets easier as time goes on, Its been over a year now, I'm
getting there, Not sure how easy it will ever get..Hang in there,
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This is still very raw. peanuts ty so much. If you have any memorials I will try to catch up on yours and all. It is just the emotions and time factor. And will have to testify to all the miracles that occurred that day; it will be one year next month 26th August. What a year! this was made up by Trisha and I remember Trisha Monette? she is still hanging on in there but with a lot of serious health problems as per. what a fighter! I celebrate two Mothers day the one in UK Mothersing Sunday in March but this was made up for the May one in US as as you all should know I am a yankeephile (prolly I made up that word means lover of all things American) so here goes
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Treasure her, if you can, while you still have her.
A Fragrant Rose
(Written for Mother's Day, 2003 (UK)).
Mother, you have been with me all of my life
In everything you do, you show you care
From childhood to maturity, through all strife
I can always rely on you to be there
Through tears and tantrums, laughter and times of peace
Amidst bitter resentment, in times of war
You constantly forgive, you are a spring breeze
You are the peacemaker, that's what mums are for
I'd like to thank you for ev'rything you do
They make a difference, all the many little things
For conversation, companionship, advice too
The unconditional love that only a mother brings
I want to end this verse with a vote of love
A hug, a kiss and a bouquet of flowers
No greater love, surpassed only from above
Your rose's perfume permeates all bowers.
Mary Shovlin 2003 ©
HAPPY MOTHERS DAY AMERICA There is no other words to put this then to say that a heart is broken when a wee life was taken home though the tears have settled some the hugs from wee mum the cheese toast the tea the simple things she did for May will no longer be there This is Dedicated to Wee Mum and to May who were something I will treasure in my heart God Bless the heart of May and those that come in contact with her and praying for her safety and security Happy Mother's Day WEE MUM | | |
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the latest loss is that of my best friend growing up as a child, her mother so a neighbour for many many years and we had Cathie and I (the mother) interacted in later years too. I missed hearing about her funeral by 2 days. As some of you may know I am a writer so will post the tribute I wrote to Cathie (McKay) Cullen taken by Jesus on Wednesday 18th April 2007 (my nephew turned 17 that day) ( I do believe dates are v. important) and given (the tribute) to her daughters and sons and also sent I believe truly to my best friend MaryTheresa her daughter in France. I will also get around to posting the tribute I said at my beloved blood sisters internment. Funeral which I did not make due to nerves 30th Jan, 5 months to the day since we buried mum, but I did see my sisters body in the funeral home by mistake, I am sure entirely orchestrated by God; and then for many reasons and please say prayers about this the final burial (internment of ashes) which I did make and spoke the tribute I had written on 19th May 2007 in Mums grave. love Mary xoxo |
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And the losses continue this year 2008. (btw for those concerned I am alright, surviving without Mum and sis, but it is just like yesterday they died; cant believe it will be 2 years this August without Mum but God has been exceptionally good to me and have had some moments of pure joy, short breaks etc. where dreams came true mostly of course due to God of course and such close family and friends - "framily" friends who are family and family who are friends" ) Praise You Lord Jesus, not saying it is easy and pray for all who mourn. They will be comforted: Jesus Christ, The Word. First to lose this year on 4th March 2008, was a very good elderly friend's wife, Ron and I have been friends many years; they and Jean his wife are both followers of Christ. They have celebrated their diamond wedding anniversary, so over 60 years of marriage and Jean though I did not talk to her seemed a real jewel of Jesus' crown. They are far away in Australia but we keep in close contact. Deo Gratias Jean for your salvation and Ron's and all your godly family. Thanks Be To God. Ron seems alright but you can imagine how difficult it is for him and the decisisons he has to make now. Pse pray for guidance from the Holy Spirit for him and his family. And the most recent: a heartbreaking tale. My sister in law Avril's family, only a young woman of 44 with a devoted husband, who still seems in denial, and 2 young boys of 17 and 11. Gavin and David. Riddled with cancer and an agonizing death but I believe God took her mind away from all that before the actual agony of the body at the end. But she was such a "good" person even when she had only one hand free because she had a drip on darting about the ward, when she could walk, helping to wash people and get them a cup of tea; she needed help getting washed herself! A precious diamond in Jesus' Crown. She is devestatingly missed by Avril's family and even though I did not know her personally I prayed so hard and my eyes are filling up as I write. We do not understand why such a good person, who had faith, had to suffer so and so prolonged but we do know the Father has His reasons. My theory is as a witness to others of her (and therefore His) Goodness; for instance all the nurses were crying and when they went back on shift they had prayed all night please Lord just take her. The nurses not just the cancer nurses who are McMillan Nurses over here in Scotland the ordinarly nurses and even the consultant showed his face at the funeral, he could just pop in as was on call. Our other theory is that though God wanted to answer our prayers and take her home as soon as the really really urgent desperate prayers went up for this (coz of her agony) is that the family were not ready to let her go just then. Anyway as we hold strong to our faith we do know one thing God has His reasons and surely young Margaret is in bliss now in heaven. She was taken to heaven 4th April 2008. There follows a poem that broke my heart written I believe by her Uncle Dick. No copyright so feel free to share to any bereaved. And please pray to the Holy Comforter for all this special family, the HOly Spirit enfold them all in your arms. (We are expecting more bad news on one member of the family but have a lot of hope for another young member, again cancer, pse pse pray). Special mention to Auntie Margaret, young Margaret who died Mother in Law and her son Martin, whose wife Margaret was. Already mentioned Gavid and David their sons. And also special comfort strength and endurance and courage prayed also for Avril, Jim, Sadie, Jim and family and all the large family. Thank You Lord. I KNOW you hear. You can shed tears that she is gone or you can smile because she has lived. You can close your eyes and pray that she'll come back or you can open your eyes and see all she 's left. Your heart can be empty because you can't see her or you can be full of the love you shared. You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday. You can remember her and only that she's gone or you can cherish her memory and let it live on. You can cry and close your mind, be empty and turn your back Or you can do what she'd want: smile, open your eyes, love and go on. |
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NB this is the belated poem for my dear friend Margaret Milloy (mentioned earlier in memorials). | Awww my heart is breaking | | Awwwwwwww my heart is breaking
Margaret you are gone from me
I can't believe
I will never see you again ...
So unexpected to me
Was your passing ...
You who had held on
So strong
for so many years
Gone ...
You were here, but before
the washing had dried
You had died ...
What can I say
about you?
How can I describe
your spirit, your love
which is what is was
all about?
I had known you
For about 8 years
But our close friendship
is now drowned
in a torrent of tears ...
Yes we did get close
I will miss you so ...
It is too soon
To talk about
your attributes ...
It hurts too much
that I will no longer
see your smile
or hear your
sweet laugh ...
Yet I take comfort
In our strong faith
And that I believe
You are now with Jesus
Where you yearned
so long to be ...
Maybe one day
I will write a poem
In true tribute to
you
An accolade
A eulogy
But it is too soon ...
(My hurt it is too deep)
But my pain
cannot match
That of your
beloved son,
his wife,
your grandson
and dear son in law
Bill
Granddaughter and
her husband
And all your grandchildren
and family
You talked of them all
so fondly
They were your life ...
I know I played a part
And such a privilege
It was ...
to know you
and call you friend ...
I can't believe
That the anniversary
donation to the priests
for a mass
will now be for you ...
(*between tears
you were so faithful
to have your dead
loved ones prayed for*)
Until those last few
weeks
You were vibrant,
Alive
You did not want
to go into hospital
You thought you
would not come out
alive ....
Awww my heart is
breaking
You were right
But it was not the
hospital's fault
They just found out
so much was wrong
with you
When all this time
the house doctors
had been checking you
and saying you were in
perfect health ....
Did you really
get so ill so fast?
Well the next few
harrowing days
will tell ...
I love you Margaret
Already the missing
has begun ...
Awww my heart
is breaking ....
Till we meet again.
To Margaret Milloy - beloved friend -
April 24th, 1918 - July 7th 2005,
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| Love Offering There is a place for my broken dreams, disappointment, defeat, and loss. I will take my tears as an offering of love to the Saviour who suffered my cross. ~ B.J. Hoff ~ |
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