First Christmas in Heaven

This was sent to me this morning by someone who reads my blog.  Thank you Mary, it's beautiful and so comforting.  This is my first Christmas without my Mother and my Dad and MaryAnn.  We lost all three of them within six months. 

               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 in 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 near,

And be glad I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift, from my heavenly home above:

           I send you each a memory of my undying love.

        After all, “Love” is the gift more precious than 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 blessings or love He has for you.

         So have a Merry Christmas, and wipe away that tear.

Remember, I’m spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

Living with the Angels (Pap Keith and Grandma MaryAnn)

 Two weeks ago on November 2nd, my life changed so suddenly and dramatically that I will never get over it.  My parents were killed instantly in a horrific head-on collision.  I went to the scene thinking that Dad would be confused and need help ... never in a million years will I ever forget how fragile life is, that you can be here happy and talking one second and within the beat of your heart .. be gone.

Dad and MaryAnn (my other Mother) were married for 28 years and I had the best years of her.  I was so lucky to have been blessed with someone that loved me unconditionally and loved my children as much as her own.  We had the best of everything with her.

My Dad kept MaryAnn on her toes, constantly with his shananigan's.  His laughter was addicting and the stories that he told never got old to us.

I'm not going to end this post ... but keep it going.  Right now is too painful to write, I'm still in shock, but I will come back here and write their story.

Rest in Peace with God Dad and MaryAnn ... you will always be loved by me.