Mom, please listen to me
As I take time to write
I see parents struggling daily
Their pain is such a fight.

All of us who have gone on
And left the rest of you behind
We're ok, Mom, I promise
Heaven is beautiful, and God is kind.

You used to tell me that one day
God Would call and take you home
You told me you'd make me strong
So I would stand tall when alone.

But things happen sometimes, Mom
That does not go in our plans
I wasn't scared, Mom
When God held out his hand.

I didn't want to leave you
I didn't have time to say good bye
When the angels said, "Come with us"
There wasn't time to question why.

I've watched you daily, Mom
It hurts to see you cry
I don't want you to be unhappy
Just because we didn't get to say good bye.

Tell the others what I'm telling you
So many parents need to know
That Earth was just a lay over
We had another place to go.

I know you miss me, Mom
I know your heart was broken in two
But God really needed me
Because my earthly life was through.

I'm always alongside you
I smile and touch your hair
I whisper "Mom, I love you"
You just can't see me there.

I'm the one who gently touches you
On your shoulder when you're sad
I'm happy now that you finally found
God again, and are no longer mad.

Tell the parents, Mom, for me
that all of us kids are okay
God had plans for our lives
When he called us home that day.

I love you, Mom, I always will
And remember I'm not far away
We're going to be together
When God calls out your name. 

                     

     

     
  When you wonder the meaning of life and love
Know that I am with you.Close your eyes and feel me kissing youIn the gentle breeze across your cheek.

When you begin to doubt
that you shall ever see me again,
Quiet your mind and hear me.I am in the whisper of the heavens
Speaking of your love.

When you lose your idenity,
When you question who you are,
and where you are going,
Open your heart and see me.

I am the twinkle in the stars
smiling down upon you,
Lighting the path for your journey.

When you awaken each morning
not remembering your dreams,
But feeling content and serene
Know that I am with you
Filling your nights with thoughts of me.

When you linger in the remnant pain,
Wholeness seeming so unfamiliar,
Think of me.

Know that I am with you
Touching you through shared tears
of a gentle friend
Easing the pain .

As the sunrise illuminates the desert sky
In that breathtaking brilliance,
awaken your spirit.

Think of our time together,
all too brief, but ever brilliant.

When you are certain of us together,
When you are certain of your destiny,
Know that God created that moment
in time, just for us.

          I am with you always.       




                       

                           
BOBBO
THE BOY WHO GREW INTO A MAN THE DAY HIS BABY GIRL WAS BORN!!
BOBBO love to hang with his friend. and he did love his dog oscar.                he would cook dinner and swear he was the best cook in the work that nobody could out cook him!bobbo love smokin and drinkin and party...
But he knew when enough was enough!! he know family came first! The day eliauna was born he became the proudesr dad in the whole world he loved that baby with all his heart and soul he would have giviin every thing to make her happy!! well bobbo sweet bobbo rest in sweet peace till we meet again on the other side !!! 
                                                                    

A Letter from Above

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!                                  

please leave line or 2 and lite a candle for my mom and dad it help alot thank you