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To
my dearest family, some things I'd like
to say...
but
first of all, to let you know, that I
arrived okay.
I'm
writing this from heaven. Here I dwell
with God above.
Here,
there's no more tears of sadness; here
is just eternal love.
Please
do not be unhappy just because I'm out
of sight.
Remember
that I'm with you every morning, noon
and night.
That
day I had to leave you when my life on
earth was through,
God
picked me up and hugged me and He said,
"I welcome you."
It's
good to have you back again; you were
missed while you were gone.
As
for your dearest family, they'll be here
later on.
I
need you here badly; you're part of my
plan.
There's
so much that we have to do, to help our
mortal man."
God
gave me a list of things, that he wished
for me to do.
And
foremost on the list, was to watch and
care for you.
And
when you lie in bed at night, the day's
chores put to flight.
God
and I are closest to you....in the
middle of the night.
When
you think of my life on earth, and all
those loving years
because
you are only human, they are bound to
bring you tears.
But
do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve
the pain.
Remember
there would be no flowers, unless there
was some rain.
I
wish that I could tell you all that God
has planned.
But
if I were to tell you, you wouldn't
understand.
But
one thing is for certain, though my life
on earth is o'er.
I'm
closer to you now, than I ever was
before.
There
are many rocky roads ahead of you and
many hills to climb;
but
together we can do it by taking one day
at a time.
It
was always my philosophy and I'd like it
for you too...
that
as you give unto the world, the world
will give to you.
If
you can help somebody who's in sorrow
and pain,
then
you can say to God at
night......"My day was not in
vain."
And
now I am contented....that my life has
been worthwhile,
knowing
as I passed along the way, I made
somebody smile.
So
if you meet somebody who is sad and
feeling low,
just
lend a hand to pick him up, as on your
way you go.
When
you're walking down the street, and
you've got me on your mind;
I'm
walking in your footsteps only half a
step behind.
And
when it's time for you to go.... from
that body to be free,
remember
you're not going.....you're coming here
to me.
~Author~
Ruth
Ann Mahaffey
©Copyright
1998
Written
in memory of my late husband, Richard
Mahaffey
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