It's Hard To Say Goodbye

It's hard to say goodbye to mom
Our love for her is true.
And so I write this to comfort
And bring some peace to you.

They say I looked a lot like her
And I'm proud to say it's true.
I'll see her again in Heaven one day
And I know you, her children will too.

She was beautiful, inside and out
Her heart was as big as the sky.
She's gone to be with her wonderful Lord
And to this, I will never ask why.

God wanted her in that heavenly realm
And so He called her name.
But for those who loved her so very much
Life on earth will never be the same.

But we can rejoice in her going home
Where she will never again have pain.
And when God decides to call our names
We can be sure, we will see her again.

Carrie Kinyon 8/4/08


Written for the children of my cousin, Hazel Bandy



Written in memory of my first cousin.
Hazel Marie Bandy
7/23/1927 - 7/29/2008

To the children of Hazel Bandy: this is a writing that I 
found to bless me so much when I lost my own 
precious mother.  I hope it will bless you too.

I am standing upon the seashore.  A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean.  She is an object of beauty and strength.  I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.  Then someone at my side says: "There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"  

Gone from my sight, that is all.  She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear the load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her, and just at the moment when someone at my side says:  "There she is gone!"  There are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the great shout:  "Here She Comes!"

And that is dying.

Author: unknown






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