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My Noah Michael
Dec 30, 2002
My story starts with the fact that I was raising my third boy by myself. gotten used to that fact. And my mother was becoming very ill so we moved in with her. My youngest son, Noah Michael, was born on Sept. 25, 2002. He brought a tremendous amount of joy to my heart. He was my final baby boy. His brothers were 14 and 10. And one morning out of the blue, Noah passed away at the daycare. My heart broke into a million pieces that day. I had never faced something like that and thought that I never would have to not this soon anyway. I feel like I have lost my mind. Since then things just keep traveling in the wrong direction. I wonder if I can ever straighten my life up again. I really thought Christmas Day without my little angel was going to do me in. But I survived with the Lord's help. I want to give you a poem to read to help you with your grief ike it is helping me with mine.
My First Christmas In Heaven
I see the countless Christmas Trees, around the world below.
With tiny lights, like heaven's stars reflecting on the snow.
The sight is so spectacular, please wipe away that tear.
For I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear.
The sounds of music can't compare with the Chirstmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring.
For it is beyond description to hear the nagels sing.
I know how much miss me.
I see the pain inside your heart, but I am not so far away.
We really aren't apart.
So be happy for me dear ones. You know I hold you close.
Be glad I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift from my heavenly home above.
I saved you each a memory of my undying love.
After all love is a gift, more precious than pure gold.
It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessings or love He has for each of you.
So, have a Merry Christmas and wipe away that tear.
Remember, I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ the year.
I hope this helps someone as much as it helped me.
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