| THE MESSAGE...PG 2 |
The rest was all a terrible blur Except 2:09…when his life had ended They’d had no chance to say goodbye It felt like time had been suspended!! The days that followed were lost in grief Their families handled it all The arrangements, the wake, the funeral As she sat feeling numb and small… She’d tried so hard not to cry When explaining to their small son That his Daddy would not be coming home That his time with them was done But 4 years old is much too young To grasp the finality of death He looked at her with his Daddy’s eyes And she could hardly catch her breath Every night as she lay alone in bed She raged at God inside How could He have taken her husband away? It was God’s fault he had died!! The deep faith she’d had all her life Was jarred from it’s foundation As pain and loss filled up her soul She floundered in desperation! Her pastor, friends and parents tried So many times to explain Her husband waited for her in Heaven But their efforts were all in vain Her life took on a dull gray hue All her joy had been erased Without his love beside her A deep bitterness took its place Even with her little son She was not the mother he remembered The love and warmth had disappeared That day in late September He’d put his chubby arms around her Begging, “Mama, Grandpa says you shouldn’t cry! Daddy’s in Heaven with angels now And he’s learning how to fly!” But for her there was no comfort “Heaven” was just a hollow word That echoed in her empty heart Like everything else she heard She would have loved to just believe That he was up there looking down Watching over them and waiting But she answered him with a frown: “Well Grandpa shouldn’t fill your head With nonsense and fairy tales Daddy’s gone and we’re alone!” Her son’s face grew still and pale After that his disposition changed He was like a child made of wood The happy, vibrant little boy Was seemingly gone for good! Christmas came and went that year With no celebration in their home They shut out friends and family Spending the holidays alone Months went by and nothing changed They stayed trapped within their grief With summer, she thought, “He’ll soon be 5!” Shook her head in disbelief! CONTINUED >>> |
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