Shelley

♥ I Believe ♥
(Written By Skip Ewing and Donny Keyes Copyright 2002)
(Song performed by Diamond Rio)

Every now and then
Soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again
And it's like you haven't been gone
A moment from my side
Like the tears were never cried
Like the hands of time are holding you and me
And with all my heart I'm sure
We're closer than we ever were
I don't have to hear or see
I've got all the proof I need
There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, I believe

That when you die your life goes on
It doesn't end here when you're gone
Every soul is filled with light
It never ends and if I'm right
Our love can even reach across eternity
I believe, I believe

Forever you're a part of me
Forever in the heart of me
I will hold you even longer if I can
The people who don't see the most
Say that I believe in ghosts
And if that makes me crazy
Then I am
'Cause I believe, oh I believe

There are more than angels watching over me
I believe, oh I believe
Every now and then
Soft as breath upon my skin
I feel you come back again
And I believe
'Cause I believe, oh I believe.

Mel Xxxxx October 18, 2009

A PET'S POEM

A companion,a pal
A very best friend.
Someone to trust,
To love 'til the end.
Someone to trust,
When feeling blue.
Always a smile,
To always greet you.
Always a smile,
To dry up your tears.
A person to be there,
To quiet your fears.
A person to be there,
When lonely or sad.
Loving regardless,
If hating or mad.
Loving regardless,
If caring or cruel.
No matter what,
Genius or fool.
No matter what,
They stand by you.
Who is this person,
Have you a clue?
Who is this person?
I'll tell you who.
This is your pet,
That loves through 'n through.

Author Unknown

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) October 18, 2009

~ A Little Dog Angel~

High up in the courts of Heaven today
A little dog-angel waits,
With the other dogs he will not play,
But he sits alone at the Gates:
"For I know my master will come," says he
"And when he comes, he will call for me."

He sees the spirits that pass him by
As they hasten towards the throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gate alone;
"But I know if I just wait patiently
"That someday my Master will come," says he.

And his Master far down on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there;
And the little dog-angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his Master's call he hears.

And I know when at length his Master waits
Outside in the dark and cold
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to the Courts of Gold,
The little dog-angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul while he's still in the dark.
(Written by Norah M. Holland, c.1870)

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I just wanted to let you know that I made it home. The journey wasn't an easy one, but it didn't take too long.
Everything is so pretty here, so white, so fresh and new
I wish that you could close your eyes and that you could see it too.
Please try not to be sad for me.
Try to understand
God is taking care of me...I'm in the shelter of His hands.
Here there is no sadness, no sorrow, and no pain. Here there is no crying and I'll never hurt again. Here it is so peaceful when all the angels sing.
I really have to go for now... I've just got to try my wings.
(Author Unknown)

Mel Xxxxx October 18, 2009

Tears

One tiny gentle tear drop
Fell upon the ground
Pain that it carried
Lost without a sound

One tiny gentle tear drop
Landing on a cheek
Strength it had stolen
Left the owner weak

One tiny gentle tear drop
Settled on a mind
Washes the conscience
Of hurt left behind

One tiny gentle tear drop
Displayed its inner core
Never to be noticed
It trickled through the door

One tiny gentle tear drop
Gave up the fight
To join the company of others
Flowing every night

One tiny gentle tear drop
I will keep with me
Just as a reminder
Of how cruel life can be



By Angie

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) October 18, 2009

*✣* GOD BLESS ALL OUR BELOVED PETS *✣*

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*♥* LOVE CLARE *♥*

Mummy Of Baby Angel X Fiancee Of Ian Hackett (GTS Friend) October 17, 2009

Message

DELIVER THIS MESSAGE
SEND GOD MY LOVE
AS YOU FLY AWAY HOME
ON THE WINGS OF A DOVE

WHEN I HEAR YOUR NAME
I WON’T BE SAD
I WILL LOOK TOWARDS HEAVEN
SMILE AND BE GLAD

SIMPLY TO HAVE KNOWN YOU
HAS BEEN MY PLEASURE
MISSED BY ALL WHO KNEW YOU
YOUR MEMORY I WILL TREASURE

FOR ALL OF THE TOMORROWS
YOU DID NOT RECEIVE
I WILL LIVE MY BEST TODAYS
AND IN GOD I’LL BELIEVE

WITH A HOPE THAT ONE DAY
WE WILL ALL MEET AGAIN
GOD’S PROMISE TO US
A LIFE WITHOUT END.

Priscilla Munson

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) October 17, 2009

How We Survive

If we are fortunate,
we are given a warning.

If not,
there is only the sudden horror,
the wrench of being torn apart;
of being reminded
that nothing is permanent,
not even the ones we love,
the ones our lives revolve around.

Life is a fragile affair.
We are all dancing
on the edge of a precipice,
a dizzying cliff so high
we can't see the bottom.

One by one,
we lose those we love most
into the dark ravine.

So we must cherish them
without reservation.
Now.
Today.
This minute.
We will lose them
or they will lose us
someday.
This is certain.
There is no time for bickering.
And their loss
will leave a great pit in our hearts;
a pit we struggle to avoid
during the day
and fall into at night.

Some,
unable to accept this loss,
unable to determine
the worth of life without them,
jump into that black pit
spiritually or physically,
hoping to find them there.

And some survive
the shock,
the denial,
the horror,
the bargaining,
the barren, empty aching,
the unanswered prayers,
the sleepless nights
when their breath is crushed
under the weight of silence
and all that it means.

Somehow, some survive all that and,
like a flower opening after a storm,
they slowly begin to remember
the one they lost
in a different way...

The laughter,
the irrepressible spirit,
the generous heart,
the way their smile made them feel,
the encouragement they gave
even as their own dreams were dying.

And in time, they fill the pit
with other memories
the only memories that really matter.

We will still cry.
We will always cry.
But with loving reflection
more than hopeless longing.

And that is how we survive.
That is how the story should end.
That is how they would want it to be.

- Mark Rickerby

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) October 17, 2009

Thinking of you. Love Mel. xxx

•♥• It Wouldn't Be Heaven •♥•

I got to the gate of Heaven today, after we said goodbye,
I began to miss you terribly, because I heard you cry.

Suddenly there was an Angel, and she asked me to enter Heaven's gate,
I asked her if I could stay outside for someone who would be late.

I wouldn't make much noise, you see, I wouldn't bark or howl,
I'll only wait here patiently and play with my tennis ball.

The angel said I could stay right here and wait for you to come,
Because Heaven just wouldn't be Heaven if I went in alone.

So I'll wait right here, you take your time, but keep me in your heart,
Because Heaven just wouldn't be Heaven without you to warm my heart.

— Author Unknown

Mel Xxxxx October 17, 2009

⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰ ⊱♥⊰
~ I Promise ~
(Author Unknown)

I promise I won't cry forever
But I need to just today.
I promise I will remember
How to live and how to play.

I promise that I'll dry my tears
When the heartache goes away.
I promise that it won't take years
But I need another day.

I promise that I'll live my life
As you would want me to.
I promise when I'm facing strife
I'll face it straight and true.

I promise I will endeavour
To do the best I can each day.
I promise I won't cry forever
But I need to just today.
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Mel Xxxxx October 16, 2009

Last night I had a crazy dream
A wish was granted just for me
It could be for anything
I didn't ask for money
Or a mansion in Malibu
I simply wished, for one more day with you

One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you

First thing I'd do, is pray for time to crawl
Then I'd unplug the telephone
And keep the TV off
I'd hold you every second
Say a million I love you's
That's what I'd do, with one more day with you

One more day
One more time
One more sunset, maybe I'd be satisfied
But then again
I know what it would do
Leave me wishing still, for one more day with you


author unknown

Joanne Stella'S Mam (Friend) October 15, 2009