5th Angelversary in Heaven~God Bless You! / Shaye Creamer^i^ Mack's Mom~Love You! (Angels in Heaven )
The Agony of Grief
Grief is a tidal wave that over takes you smashes down upon you with unimaginable force
sweeps you up into its darkness
where you tumble and crash against unidentifiable
surfaces
only to be thrown out on an unknown beach bruised
reshaped.
Grief means not being able to read more than two
sentences at a time.
It is walking into rooms with intentions that
suddenly vanish.
Grief is three o’clock in the morning sweats that
won’t stop. It is dreadful Sundays Mondays that are no better.
It makes you look for a face in a crowd
knowing full well the face you want cannot be found
in that crowd.
Grief is utter aloneness that razes the rational
mind and makes room for the phantasmagoric.
It makes you suddenly get up and leave in the middle
of a meeting without saying a word.
Grief makes what others think of you moot.
It shears away the masks of normal life and forces
brutal honesty out of your mouth before propriety
can stop you.
It shoves away friends scares away so-called
friends and rewrites your address book for you.
Grief makes you laugh at people who cry over spilt
milk right to their faces.
It tells the world that you are untouchable at the
very moment when touch is the only contact that
might reach you. It makes lepers out of upstanding
citizens.
Grief discriminates against no one.
It kills maims. And cripples.
It is ashes from which the phoenix rises and the
mettle of rebirth.
It returns life to living dead.
It teaches that there is nothing absolutely true or
untrue.
It assures the living that we know nothing for
certain.
It humbles. It shrouds. It blackens. It enlightens.
Grief will make a new person out of you
If it doesn’t kill you in the making.
By: Stephanie Ericsson
When God calls...
When GOD calls OUR children
to dwell with Him above
We mortals sometimes question
the wisdom of His Love.
For no heartache compares with
the death of one small child
Who does so much to make our world
seem wonderful and mild.
Perhaps GOD tires of calling
the aged to His fold.
So He picks a rosebud
before it can grow old.
GOD knows how much we need them
and so he takes but a few
To make the land of Heaven
more beautiful to view.
Believing this is difficult
Still somehow we must try.
The saddest word mankind knows
will always be "Good-bye".
So when a little child departs
we who are left behind
Must realize GOD loves children
Angels are hard to find.
~Author Unknown~
Keeping you forever close to my heart thoughts & prayers. God Bless Beautiful Angel Angie! Shine on!
Always Shaye Mack's Mom Forever
www.kenneth-creamer.memory-of.com
10/29/86~05/24/04
(brutally murdred at 17~justified at 20)
MACK TURNS 23 WITH THE ANGELS ON OCTOBER 29!!
i LOVE YOU ANGELS!! I LOVE YOU MACK!!!
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