
This poem has meaning for me as a few years ago I lost my oldest son and my little brother in an accident. So I believe this to be true. I have learned to move slowly forward, taking each day as it comes. Knowing that one day I will again see my son and brother. And that God watches over my little angel.
I think that my little angel also watches over someone elses little angel,
after all why else would God need a little angel!
Along the way I learned that there is no time like the present to tell someone that you love them!!! Tomorrow may never come!! And then you will only have yourself to blame for all the yesterdays. I learned that today is the day to say son your the best, I believe in you! And that there maybe a good reason for him to be late. I also learned that there is no time like the present to give him the one last hug that he doesn't want, cause his friends are outside watching!
As I move slowly forward I mis-step along the way, sometimes not telling someone that they mean alot to me. I sometimes forget to give that person a compliment; even though I know that it will make his or her day. I had forgotten that a smile can make someone smile in return. I have moved slowly forward again, remembering that there is laughter in the world, that I too should laugh more often and I do now! I know what it is like to lose a child, I know what its like to ache to hold him, and I also know that I must move slowly forward. One step at a time, putting one foot in front of the other. I now take each minute, hour, day, week, month, year, only one step at a time.
Here for you that haven't lost someone are a few tender rules: Don't tell the person
they will get over it, for they never will, that is something we must learn to live with.
If they want to talk about it, Listen, listen closely and you will hear the pain, the anguish,
the hurt, and you will help them to start to heal. Here I would like to mention a wonderful
friend I have that from the day I lost my son has never NOT had time to listen to me, she is
always available to cry on. She listens with her whole being not just her ears. You can look
in her eyes and see she cares. Thank you, Nancy for being their for me when I needed you the
most.
