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I can only imagine
I can only imagine what it will be like
When I walk by your side
I can only imagine what my eyes will see
When your face is before me
I can only imagine
I can only imagine
Surrounded by your glory
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus,
Or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence,
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing Halelluja,
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine
I can only imagine
I can only imagine when that day comes
And I find myself standing in the Son
I can only imagine when all I will do
Is forever, forever worship you
I can only imagine
I can only imagine
Surrounded by your glory,
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus,
Or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence,
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing Halelluja,
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine
I can only imagine, yeah, yeah, yeah
Surrounded by your glory,
What will my heart feel?
Will I dance for you Jesus,
Or in awe of you be still?
Will I stand in your presence,
Or to my knees will I fall?
Will I sing Halelluja,
Will I be able to speak at all?
I can only imagine, yeah
I can only imagine, yeah, yeah
I can only imagine, Yeah
I can only imagine
I can only imagine, Ohh yeah
I can only imagine
I can only imagine when all I will do
is forever, forever worship you
I can only imagine
Song by MercyMe
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I thought of you with Love today
"I thought of you with love today but that is nothing new, I thought about you yesterday and days before that too. I think of you in silence I often speak your name, all I have are memories and your picture in a frame. Your memory is my keepsake with which I'll never part God has you in His keeping I have you in my heart."
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Bereaved Parents Wish list
I wish my child hadn't died. I wish I had him back.
I wish you wouldn't be afraid to speak my child's name. My child lived and was very important to me. I need to hear that he was important to you also.
If I cry and get emotional when you talk about my child I wish you knew that it isn't because you have hurt me. My child's death is the cause of my tears.
You have talked about my child, and you have allowed me to share my grief. I thank you for both.
I wish you wouldn't "kill" my child again by removing his pictures, artwork, or other remembrances from your home.
Being a bereaved parent is not contagious, so I wish you wouldn't shy away from me. I need you now more than ever.
I need diversions, so I do want to hear about you; but, I also want you to hear about me.
I might be sad and I might cry, but I wish you would let me talk about my child, my favorite topic of the day.
I know you think of and pray for me often. I also know that my child's death pains you, too.
I wish you would let me know those things through a phone call, a card, note, or a real big hug.
I wish you wouldn't expect my grief to be over in a short period of time. I wish you could understand that my grief will never be over.
I will suffer the death of my child until the day I die. Grief is a life long process.
I am working very hard in my recovery, but I wish you could understand that I will never fully recover.
I will always miss my child, and I will always grieve that he is dead.
I wish you wouldn't expect me "not to think about it" or to "be happy".
Neither will happen for a very long time, so don't frustrate yourself.
I don't want to have a "pity party", but I do wish you would let me grieve. I must hurt before I can heal.
I wish you understood how my life has shattered. I know it is miserable for you to be around me when I'm feeling miserable. Please be as patient with me as I am with you.
When I say "I'm doing okay", I wish you could understand that I don't "feel" okay and that I struggle daily.
I wish you knew that all of the grief reactions I'm having are very normal.
Depression, anger, hopelessness and overwhelming sadness are all to be expected.
So please excuse me when I'm quiet and withdrawn or irritable and cranky.
Your advice to "take one day at a time" is excellent advice. However, a day is too much and too fast for me right now. I wish you could understand that I'm doing good to handle an hour at a time.
Please excuse me if I seem rude, certainly not my intent. Sometimes the world around me goes too fast and I need to get off. When I walk away, I wish you would let me find a quiet place to spend time alone.
I wish you understood that grief changes people. When my child died, a big part of me died with him. I am not the same person I was before my child died, and I will never be that person again.
I wish very much that you could understand understand my loss and grief, my silence and my tears, my void and my pain. BUT...I pray daily that you will never understand.
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My sweetheart, Grandmother loves you so much.
I am missing you terribly. My world feels so empty without you here. You really made life such a joyous place to be. All the smiles, such happiness. A real love bug. You are such a special little girl.
As for mommy and daddys friends called the SUNFLOWER SWEETIES, these wonderful people come from a web site that mommy would go to long before you were born. Each one of them would celebrate the birth of each others child. They come from all over the world. When they learned what had happened there was an out pour of saddness it was just like they had known you and your family always. Without hesitation they all got together through e-mails and message boards wondering what they could do to help mommy and daddy. They knew Christmas was right around the corner and knew just how difficult it would be for mommy and daddy. They out did themselves, they sent gifts for your brother Luca and your Uncle Theo. They sent gifts for mommy and daddy too they even sent a gift for your puppy Maggie. There also was donations made to the SIDs foundation so that maybe one day these tragedys will stop. See Sweetheart, do you see how special you are! From one end of the earth to the other, you have touched so many hearts. TO THOSE SUNFLOWER SWEETIES, MY GRADITIUDE IS ENORMOUS. YOU HAVE MADE SUCH A DIFFERENCE IN MY KRISTEN AND DEREKS LIVES. THANK YOU SO MUCH. WISHING ALL OF YOU A TRUELY HAPPY NEW YEAR.
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mothers grief
To those of you who look away when I grow teary eyed in the baby department, look a little deeper.
Surely you have some compassion in your heart.
To those of you who change the subject when I speak my daughters name, change your way of thinking.
It may just change your whole life.
To those of you who roll your eyes and say we barely had them at all, how could we miss them so much, in our hearts we have seen them live a thousand times. We have seen their first steps, first day of school, their weddings, and their children. We have had them forever in our minds.
To those who say we can have another, even if we had twenty more they would never be her, and we will always miss her.
To those who say get on with my life, I have. It is a different life, the life of a grieving mother. One with a trmendous amount to be thankful for, but also one with a lot to mourn the loss of.
Do not judge a bereaved mother. She comes in many forms.
She is breathing, but she is dying.
She may look young, but inside she has become ancient.
She smiles, but her heart throbs.
She walks, she talks, she cooks, she cleans, she works, she IS, but she is NOT, all at once.
She is here, but part of here is elsewhere for eternity.
Do not dismiss us: we have shaped more than just the future generation.
We have released all the tiny angels who are watching over you.
Open your eyes to US, and you just might see THEM.
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Isabella...
"If I could reach up and hold a star for everytime
you've made me smile, the entire
evening sky
would be in the palm of my hand"
~Author Unknown~
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