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| Just Say "I'm Sorry" You don't know how I feel; please don't tell me that you do There's just one way to know--have you lost a child too? "You'll have another child"--must I hear this every day? Can I get another mother, too, if mine should pass away? Don't say it was "God's will"--that's not the God I know. Would God, on purpose, break me heart, then watch as my tears flow? "You have an angel in heaven--a precious child above." But tell me, to whom here on earth shall I give this love? "Aren't you better yet?" Is that what I heard you say? No! A part of my heart aches and I'll always feel some pain. You think that silence is kind, but it hurts me even more. I want to talk about my child who has gone through death's door. Don't say these things to me, although you do mean well. They do not take my pain away; I must go through this hell. I will get better, slow but sure--and it helps to have you near. But a simple "I'm sorry you lost your child" is all I need to hear. --Gail Fasolo-- |
| A POEM and A SONG in memory |
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| Angels Among Us (Don Goodman/Becky Hobbs) I was walking home from school on a cold winter's day Took a shortcut through the woods and I lost my way It was getting late and I was scared and alone Then a kind old man took my hand and led me home Mama couldn't see him, but he was standing there But I knew in my heart, he was the answer to my prayers Oh I believe there are angels among us Sent down to us from somewhere up above They come to you and me in our darkest hours To show us how to live To teach us how to give To guide us with a light of love When life dealt troubled times and had me down on my knees There's always been someone there to come along and comfort me A kind word from a stranger to lend a helping hand A phone call from a friend just to say I understand Ain't it kind of funny at the dark end of the road Someone lights the way with just a single ray of hope Oh I believe there are angels among us Sent down to us from somewhere up above They come to you and me in our darkest hours To show us how to live To teach us how to give To guide us with a light of love They wear so many faces Show up in the strangest places Grace us with thier mercy In our time of need Oh I believe there are angels among us Sent down to us from somewhere up above They come to you and me in our darkest hours To show us how to live To teach us how to give To guide us with a light of love |
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