When youre young, death doesnt take a toll on your life until you get older & realize how different things are.. or how different they wouldve been if that one person wouldve never been called home. When i was 7 years old I lost one of the most amazing men ever placed in my life, my grandpa. His name was Bill. And though my memories of him are faint, at least i still have some. And they bring tears of joy to my eyes. I wish sometimes that he couldve been here to watch me grow up & see who Ive grown be today. I know he wouldnt be proud of the person Ive been, but I like to believe that hes rejoicing in heaven at the fact that Ive finally found the light. When i think of death now, i wont lie it hurts my heart, but through the grace of God, i remain at peace & smile at the fact theyre no longer suffering, for to be absent from the body is to be present with the Lord. And to die is gain. I take delight in the fact that Ill see him again. & I KNOW, I KNOW, that he has been my guardian angel these 20 years of my life & will continue to be that until Im called home. Rest in peace Poppy
Posted on: Sat, 29 Mar 2014 02:54:00 +0000
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