REMEMBER ME

Recently I read a blog that tugged at my heart. Love and courage filled the pages of the Sullivan blog.

I had received a simple but poignant e-mail from one of my longest and most cherished friends. A woman who George and I were blessed to call friend. She lives in Colorado and is so beautiful, both inside and out.

She asked for prayers.

Her nephews wife of 5 years, had just entered Heaven. Just two weeks after their 1st child was born. Chloe was born with a heart birthmark on her right arm. She is a beautiful baby. Brady and Sara rejoiced in the birth of their miracle baby. But time was short and Sara died at the end of September. She had been ill for some time. There story of love and courage is worth reading. I would not be able to do justice to their story in this space and so I will refer you to their blog.
Bandssullivan.blogspot.com

Brady and Sara are a young couple. Death comes to people of all ages.

Those of us who are left behind honor the memory of our deceased loved ones by how we go on with life. How they would want us to go on with life. Prayers are needed for those left behind to have the courage to go on without that special person and best friend at their side.

The journey alone is not always an easy one. Comfort does come from the spiritual messages that our loved ones from Heaven manage to get through to us.

My sister-in-law passed away just a short time after her second child was born. Before her 30th. birthday. A few weeks ago, I spent time with my niece who never got to know her mother. We talked about her mother. She only knows what people tell her.

Joan had a huge impact on my life and I make a point of sharing this with my niece. The first time that I had met Joan, she looked like a beautiful fairy princess to me. She was beautiful and wore a white suit.

I was young and people in the coal mining area that I grew up in, did not wear white suits. She was a vision to me.

I share my special thoughts of her with her daughter who never had the chance to know her mother. These talks are important to my niece and I.

Years ago, I came across a picture of my brother and his wife and sent him a copy of it. Little did I know that he had thought that picture was lost forever. His reaction was as if I had sent him a million dollars. He sent copies to his two daughters. He also wrote to me about where and when the picture was taken. He wrote of the happy memories of that time. A simple gesture of making a copy of a picture and sending it to him created much joy.

We all remember those who passed away in so many different ways. Sharing those good memories with their families can be a comfort to them. Take the time to share your thoughts. Make them smile. Bring joy to their hearts.