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Dearest Angel Whispers
Your Heavens Angels Friends wanted to let you know,
that they are thinking of you & sending you warmest wishes
As you remember your precious son, John Paul...
**~~Angel Hugs!!~~** From your Heavens Angels Friends!!

I Am Still His Mother

In a baby castle,
just beyond my eye
My baby plays with angel toys
that money can not buy.
Who am I to wish him back,
into this world of strife?
No, play on my baby,
you have eternal life.
At night when all is silent
and sleep forsakes my eyes,
I'll hear his tiny footsteps
come running to my side.
His little hands caress me
so tenderly and sweet,
I'll breathe a prayer
and close my eyes
and embrace him in my sleep
Now I have a treasure,
I rate above all other,
I have known true glory,
I am still his mother.
Unknown author

Grief is like a jagged rock that you bury deep in
your pocket, It's sharp edges forcing you to take
it out and examine it from time to time.
Even when you do not want to.

And when it is too heavy to carry,
you must ask a friend to hold it so you can rest.

As time passes it is a little easier to take the rock
out of your pocket. It doesn't seem to weigh as much.

Now you show it to a circle of friends and,
occasionally, even a stranger.

One day you pull out the rock and suprisingly,
it doesn't really hurt as much.

For the edges are no longer jagged but smoothed
out by time, touch and tears.

Author unknown

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