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ི♥ྀ 29th October 2009 ི♥ྀ


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Jude Swaddle 3 weeks ago

8TH OCTOBER 2009




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BLESSING TO YOU AND YOUR FAMILY ALWAYS,.LOVE JUDE.X


Jude Swaddle October 8, 2009

Read at Kierans Funeral

Miss Me But Let Me Go


When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me,
I want no tears in a gloom-filled room,
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little – But not for long
And not with your head bowed low,
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me – But let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,
And each must go alone,
It’s all a part of the Master’s plan
A step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to your friends that we know,
And bury your sorrows in doing good works,
Miss me – But let me go.

Perhaps if we could see the splendour of the land
To which our loved ones are called from you and me,
We’d understand

Perhaps if we could hear the welcome they receive
From old familiar voices all so dear
We would not grieve.

Perhaps if we could know the reason why they went
We’d smile and wipe away the tears that flow
We’d wait content

Miss me – But let me go

Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum (Family Friend) October 8, 2009

Candles in the Night

Candles flame in darkness,
Flicker, steadily glow,
Bringing light from shadows
And help to soothe me so.

My son, like the candles,
Gave my life true light,
I use the candle's beacon
To connect us in the night.

As I light the candles,
My wish and my request
Is that he'll see my signal
And know my love's expressed.

As his light joins my lights,
Our worlds touch and flame.
As I snuff out the candles,
I softly say his name.

By Genesse Bourdeau Gentry

Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum (Family Friend) September 18, 2009

anniversary

thinking of you today on this the anniversary of the day you left us....
you will be dancing in your dreams and singing to madge where ever you are
love and miss you always and forever xxxx

Alison (Aunt) September 8, 2009

The Pit of Grief

The day my child died, I fell into the pit of grief. My friends watched me struggle through daily life; waiting for the person I once was to arise from the pit, not realizing 'she' is gone forever.

The pit is full of darkness, heartache and despair; it paralyzes your thoughts, movements and ability to ration. The pit leaves you forever changed, unable to surface the person you once were.

Some of my pre-grief friends gather around the top of the pit, waiting for the old me to appear before their eyes, not understanding what’s taking me so long to emerge. After all, in their eyes, I’ve been in the pit for quite sometime. Yet in my eyes, it seems as if I fell in only yesterday.

Not all of my pre-grief friends are gathered around the top of the pit. Some are helping me with the climb out of the darkness. They climb side by side with me from time to time, but mostly they climb ahead of me, waiting patiently at each plateau. Even with these friends I sometimes wonder if they are also waiting for the pre-grief me to magically appear before their eyes.

Then there are the casual acquaintances, you know the ones who say 'Hi, how are you?' when they really don't care or really want to know. These are the people who sigh in relief, that is my child who died and not theirs. You know ... the 'better them, than me' attitude.

My post-grief friends are the ones who climb with me, side by side, inch by inch, out of the pit of grief. They have no way of comparing the pit climbed to the pre-grief person I once was. You see, they started at the bottom of the pit with me. They are able to reassure me when I need reassurance, rest when I need resting, and encourage me to move forward when I don't have the strength. They have no expectations, no memories and no recollection of how I 'should' be. They want me to get better, to smile more often and find joy in life, but they also accepted the person I’ve become. The 'person' who is emerging from the pit.

Unknown Author

Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum (Family Friend) September 1, 2009

Thinking of you.XXX

The Four Candles

The four candles burned slowly
Their ambiance was so soft you
Could hear them speak.......

The first candle said “I am peace, but these days, no one wants to keep me lit.”
Then peace’s flame slowly diminishes and goes out completely.

The second candle said “I am Faith, but these days, I am no longer indispensable.”
Then Faith’s flame slowly diminishes and goes out completely.

Sadly the third candle spoke “I am Love and I haven’t the strength to stay lit any longer.” “People put me aside and don’t understand my importance. They even forget to love those who are nearest to them.”
And waiting no longer, Love goes out completely.

Suddenly........
A child enters the room and sees the three candles no longer burning.

The child begins to cry, “Why are you not burning? You are supposed to stay lit until the end.”
Then the fourth candle spoke gently to the little boy, “Don’t be afraid, for I am Hope, and while I still burn, we can re-light the other candles.”

With shining eyes the child took the candle of Hope and lit the other three candles.

Never let the Flame of Hope go out in your life.

Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum (Family Friend) August 10, 2009

Thinking of you.XXX

Next to you

You cannot see or touch me
But I'm standing next to you.
Your tears will only hurt me,
Your sadness makes me blue.
Be brave and show a smiling face
Let not your grief show through.
I love you from a different place,
Yet I'm standing next to you.

Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum (Family Friend) June 7, 2009

Thinking of you.XXX

Next to you

You cannot see or touch me
But I'm standing next to you.
Your tears will only hurt me,
Your sadness makes me blue.
Be brave and show a smiling face
Let not your grief show through.
I love you from a different place,
Yet I'm standing next to you.

Tricia Donaldson Kierans Mum (Family Friend) June 7, 2009

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MISS YOU SO MUCH
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Jude Swaddle May 21, 2009
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