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When a child loses a parent, 
they are called an orphan.

When a husband or wife loses a spouse, 
they are called a widow or widower.

But there is no word for a parent 
that loses a child for there are no words 
to describe the pain, grief and agony that 
they feel for the rest of their lives.

Written by: Melanie Woolum

HE ONLY TOOK MY HAND Last night while I was trying to sleep, My daughter's voice I did hear I opened my eyes and looked around But she did not appear. She said "Mom you've got to listen, You've got to understand God didn't take me from you, Mom He only took my hand When I called out in pain that night, The instant that I died, He reached down and took my hand, And pulled me to his side. He pulled me up and saved me From the misery and pain My body was hurt so badly inside, I could never be the same. My search is really over now, I've found happiness within, All the answers to my empty dreams And all that might have been. I love you and miss you so, And I'll always be nearby. My body's gone forever, But my spirit will never die! And so, you must go on now, Live one day at a time. Just understand- God did not take me from you, He only took my hand. (Author Unknown)

Remembering 

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 she 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. 

By Elizabeth Dent 

My Dear loved ones

These words I wish to say, 
I went home to be with Jesus, 
And here is where I'll stay. 
My pain and struggle is over; 
I'll rest in peace today. 
Although I know you'll grieve for me, 
Be strong, for it's okay. 
I’m now at home in Heaven, 
Where there's everlasting light. 
I'm in the arms of Jesus, 
Holding on to me so tight. 
Please try to carry on your life, 
For there's still work to be done. 
Someday you'll be rewarded 
And meet God's only son. 
He came Himself to meet me, 
Oh what a glorious sight! 
When He put His arms around me, 
And I saw a beaming light. 
When your life on earth is over, 
Then He will call you home. 
It's then you will truly see, 
The joy that's yet to come.

~Author~
Ruth Ann Mahaffey ęCopyright 2002