"You can shed a tear that she is gone,
or you can smile because she has lived.
you can close your eyes and pray
that she will come back,
or you can open your eyes and see all she has left.
your heart can be empty because you can't see her,
or you can be full of the love you shared.
you can turn your back on tomorrow
and live yesterday,
or you can be happy for tomorrow
because of yesterday.
you can remember her only that she is gone,
or you can cherish her memory and let it live on.
you can cry and close your mind,
be empty and turn your back,
or you can do what she'd want,
smile, open your eyes, love and go on."
David Harkins
last night
as we were sitting together
one wee little looks out at the window
into the dark night
turns back to me and says
"mama...when we die we go up to the sky?"
some believe so
"oh"
{insert long pause}
"mama...we can die together"
no...hopefully not
"but when you die i want to die with you"
but you will still have your life you need to live
and a family to care for
children and a love who will need you
"but i will miss you"
and i will miss you to
even though you will not see me
i will always be there with you
and you know what
i am not going to die for a really long time
me and you...we are going to grow old together
"really...how old will you be"
i will be 120 and you will be 93
"promise"
sweetie i can't make that promise
but lets just hope it will be
"goodnight mama"
their minds constantly thinking
i too remember
thinking about death when i was little
not really for any specific reason
i think because
it just remained such a mystery
7 comments:
I've had this on my mind all night, actually.....amazing that you were having a conversation with your little one.
I am in tears....
Reminds us to appreciate it all, everyday....even when it is hard....because we only get to do this once....
tears.....me too.
the grands and I have talked about this and I sorrow for them knowing that they already know the time for me is not all that far away. But we dance while we still can. Oma Linda
my little one (going on 4) asks about death, dying, a lot. not quite obsessed but it comes up often.
so awkward. don't want to give her fears, but also dislike lying. i keep it as light and simple as possible.
the wee one's, their little minds full of questions and love, tare our hearts....
sigh.......
great poem.
((hugs))
what a blessed little conversation. I have had some of the same with my granddaughter... Their minds are always turning. Trying so to understand and manuver this big world... I reassure them that no matter what I need to do, I will always be near them whether they see me or not. They will know... You are blessed to have such sweet little ones
Hi friend! What a sweet moment. I remember thinking about that kind of stuff too, and talking to my own little ones about it. I never make promises either. :)
I remember going to my mom and crying because I was scared she was going to die. Hmmm, wonder why that is so common.
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