Tuesday, February 5, 2013

Saying Goodbye

Many of us dread the day when we will lose a loved one. Whether we are young or old we will experience a loss of some sort from some one that we know. No matter what type of loss or how the person is connected to you it will in some way effect you and make you value the miracle and the beauty of life that we often take for granted everyday. The saying goes, enjoy the people you love every day, make them know how much you care as if it were the last time you will see/talk to them, it may be.
My husband's best friend lost his mother yesterday after a short battle with cancer, she was a young 58. She was the kind of person who was always smiling, whose smile would light up a room. Her peppy bubbly attitude brought her many friends. She was very well liked and would bend over backwards to do stuff for her family and friends. It is amazing that these types of people, the ones who have the most impact on our lives are often the ones that we lose before we think it is their time. We often wonder why the time is shortened or why we have such a short period of time to say goodbye to some and a longer time for others. This isn't something that we will probably ever understand, and trying to would just take too much energy with no result. Maybe those who hang on longer take a harder time convincing that the family/friends they are leaving behind are truly going to be okay. From all we have heard about Heaven and afterlife the person we leave will be more than okay. We are hoping for something we do not have yet, and we are waiting for it patiently. -Romans 8:25 NCV
We often wonder why some live to be so old and some so young, why some barely have a start at life, a chance to make their mark and others live long and die simple. Examples you see every day, in your own life, in the news, amongst family and friends. From these same friends' little baby boy who 4 years ago never had the chance to take his first breath, to my best friend growing up who died at the young age of 10 from cancer, to an acquaintance whose son dies in their early 20's in an instant in a car wreck with absolutely no warning, to my dad who died when I was 14 years only 2 months after being diagnosed with cancer at the young age of 54 to my grandmother who lived to be 96 and just didn't wake up one morning.
You should value life on a daily basis, thanking God for what you have, who you have and what you have accomplished every day. Wanting less, complaining less and living life to the fullest as if tomorrow will never come is the key to your happiness that you create. Be content in your current state, it is okay and healthy to want more as long as you enjoy what you already have. Don't take it for granted. When you accept rather than fight your circumstances, even though you don't understand them you open your heart's gate to God's love, peace, joy, and contentment. - Amy Carmichael

Here is a poem I wrote shortly after my father died I will share with you today:

Meet Him in the Sky

 

I sit and watch the tide go by,

My emotions stirring deep inside.

I watch the lonely flower grow,

Realizing I must now let go.

The birds soar high in the sky,

Why do I want to cry?

It’s hard to live in a new way,

But I must take it day by day.

As the wind blows its gentle breeze

I know one day I’ll feel “his” free.

Walking through the woods I see

God’s little signs of eternity,

They warm my heart with memories

As I look up to the trees,

I recognize the sweetest song,

And now I know it won’t be long.

He is waiting for me somewhere up there

Watching over me with tender care.

As the wind blows it gentle breeze

I know one day I’ll feel “his” free.

The wind is calling its magic words

“Don’t worry I’ll be here” I heard.

Through all the doubts in my life

This thought would overcome my strife.

I couldn’t help but think of he,

The man I wanted here for me.

The peace I felt just then

I knew would come again.

As the wind blows its gentle breeze

I know one day I’ll feel “his” free.

-Dani Miller

 

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