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Birth is a beginning And death a destination But life is a journey A going -- a growing From stage to stage From childhood to maturity And youth to age. From innocence to awareness And ignorance to knowing; From foolishness to discretion And then perhaps, to wisdom. From Weakness to strength Or strength to weakness And, often, back again. From health to sickness And back we pray, to health again. From offense to forgiveness, From loneliness to love, From joy to gratitude, From pain to compassion, And grief to understanding -- From fear to faith. From defeat to defeat to defeat -- Until, looking backward or ahead, We see that victory lies Not as some high place along the way, But in having made the journey, stage by stage. A sacred pilgrimage. Birth is a beginning And death a destination. But life is a journey, A sacred pilgrimage -- Made stage by stage -- To life everlasting.
^ what i'm reading at the funeral ^
i also wrote a poem that i will read but i'm not gonna post it.
just for those reading these.. please pray that i am able to remain composed while reading about my grandpa... for the sake of my family. he is in a much better place and standing tall. which is the one thing making all of this okay.
and what it says is true. the journey is what counts and what needs to be made worth your while. try to make every moment count and don't regret a thing. reflect on the moments in life that took your breath away and not the ones that brought tears to your eyes. know that the hard times are short and there is a light at the end of the tunnel and you will only be a stronger you when you've reached it.
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Posted by Countrygurl74631 on 2008-07-14 16:36:55 | Rating: | Views: 42
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Thanks for sharing your thoughts. As a senior citizen, I can still remember when my Grandpaw went home to heaven. It was 5/1 and I was barely nine. The wonderful memories are still there. The sadness has lessened over the years.
What still remains: the love he gave me, after (his son) my own father died when I was barely two. Death was no secret to my young heart and mind! Making peace with it was a blessing that children can embrace and trust when others spread their arms, and give them unconditional love.
During my summer visits to his farm in Texas, he put me on Silver Queen, his beautiful horse, bareback, and called me his favorite name, Cowboy! He taught me how to milk a cow, to pet a baby chicken, to feed the pigs, and how to plant seeds that bloomed into beautiful flowers. 5/1 was May day!
If I reflected in sadness about my GRANDPAW I'd be letting him down. He taught me to tell others "I love you" and never keep back the other important communications -- "I'm sorry", "Please forgive me", and most important --"I'll see you in heaven.". He gave me a valuable lesson -- "just say it now, Cowboy, you don't know when you'll see me again!"
Blessings upon your family, take some comfort and remember the good things.
And, if you believe as I do, you'll see
your grandfather in Heaven too.
Don't let your grief overcome you, cry your tears, write your poems, remember your blessings -- and I still believe, as I did as a small child, my loved ones who have gone to heaven before me, are looking down with joy and happiness.
Lift up your face, and thank the Lord you had a wonderful grandfather, who loved you. God is sending angels to look after you -- so you're not alone. Please have no regrets that you've loved!
Compassionately,
Sue Sabas
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Posted by SueBeth
on 2008-07-15 02:18:20
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