Okay, so the lady who lives downstairs from us brought us up this framed poem as our Christmas present, and I just thought I'd share it with you all, especially for those of you who might also be having a painful or grief filled holiday season. And for those of you who are completely happy? Well, read it anyway, it's still a beautiful poem.
I finally got up the courage to ask my dad about where she's burried, and he doesn't know. He just knows the cemetary, not if there's a marker or anything. I've been there 3 times looking. I feel awkward walking around aimlessly though, so I think this puts an end to my searching.
My First Christmas in Heaven
I see the countless Christmas trees
around the world below
With tiny lights, like Heaven's stars,
reflecting on the snow
The sight is so spectacular,
please wipe away the tear
For I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year.
I hear the many Christmas songs
that people hold so dear
But the sounds of music can't compare
with the Christmas choir up here.
I have no words to tell you,
the joy their voices bring,
For it is beyond description,
to hear the angels sing.
I know how much you miss me,
I see the pain inside your heart.
But I am not so far away,
We really aren't apart.
So be happy for me, dear ones,
You know I hold you dear.
And be glad I'm spending Christmas
with Jesus Christ this year.
I sent you each a special gift,
from my heavenly home above.
I sent you each a memory
of my undying love.
After all, love is a gift more precious
than pure gold.
It was always most important
in the stories Jesus told.
Please love and keep each other,
as my Father said to do.
For I can't count the blessing or love
He has for each of you.
So have a Merry Christmas and
wipe away that tear.
Remember, I am spending Christmas with
Jesus Christ this year.