A Woman and a Fork…
There was a young woman who had been diagnosed with a terminal illness and had been given three months to live. So as she was getting her things “in order” she contacted her Rabbi and had him come to her house to discuss certain aspects of her final wishes.
She told him which songs she wanted sung at the service, what scriptures she would like to read, and what outfit she wanted to be buried in. Everything was in order and the Rabbi was preparing to leave when the woman suddenly remembered something very important to her
“There’s one more thing” she said excitedly. “What’s that?” came the Rabbi’s reply. “This is very important the young woman continued. “I want to be buried with a fork in my right hand.”
The Rabbi stood looking at the young woman not knowing quite what to say. “That surprises you doesn’t it?” “Well, to be honest, I’m puzzled by that request” said the Rabbi. The young woman explained, “My grandmother once told me this story, and from there on out, I have always done so.I to pass along its message to those I love and those who are in need of encouragement.
In all my years of attending socials and dinners, I always remember that when the dishes of the main course were being cleared, someone would inevitably lean over and say “Keep your fork.” It was my favorite part because I knew that something better was coming…like velvety chocolate cake or deep-dish pie Something wonderful, and with substance!” So, I just want people to see me there in that casket witha fork in my hand and I want them to wonder “What’s with the fork?” Then I want you to tell them…”Keep your fork, the best is yet to come.”
The Rabbi’s eyes welled up with tears of joy as hugged the young woman good-bye. He knew this would be on of the last times he would see her before her death. But he also knew that the young woman had a better grasp of heaven than he did.
At the funeral people were walking by the casket and they saw the cloak she was wearing and the fork placed in her right hand.
Over and over , the Rabbi heard the question “What’s with the fork” The story was told and the pastor told the people , next time you reach down for you fork, let it remind you ever so gently. “THAT THE BEST IS YET TO COME”
shared by Ron….Heavenly Angels
I thought of you and closed my eyes,
And prayed to God today.
I asked what makes a Mother,
And I know I heard him say:
A mother has a baby,
This we know is true.
But, God, can you be a mother,
When your baby’s not with you?
Yes, you can he replied,
With confidence in his voice.
I give many women babies,
When they leave is not thier choice.
Some I send for a lifetime,
And others for a day.
And some I send to feel your womb,
But theres no need to stay.
I just don’t understand this God,
I want my baby here.
He took a breath and cleared his throat,
And then I saw a tear.
I wish that I could show you,
What your child is doing today,
If you could see your child smile,
With other children who say:
We go to earth and learn our lessons,
Of love and life and fear.
My mommy loved me oh so much,
I got to come straight here.
I feel so lucky to have a mom,
Who had so much love for me.
I learned my lessons very quickly,
My mommy set me free.
I miss my mommy oh so much,
But I visit her each day.
When she goes to sleep,
On her pillow’s where I lay.
I stroke her hair and kiss her cheek,
And whisper in her ear.
“Mommy don’t be sad today, I’m your baby and I’m here.”
So you see my dear sweet one,
Your children are Ok.
Your babies are here in My home,
They’ll be at heavens gate for you.
So now you see what makes a mother.
It’s the feeling in your heart.
It’s the love you had so much of,
Right from the very start.
Though some on earth may not realize you are a mother,
until their time is done.
They’ll be up here with Me one day,
And you’ll know that you’re the best one!
“These are my footprints,
so perfect and so small.
These tiny footprints
never touched the ground at all.
Not one tiny footprint,
for now I have wings.
These tiny footprints were meant
for other things.
You will hear my tiny footprints,
in the patter of the rain.
Gentle drops like angel’s tears,
of joy and not from pain.
You will see my tiny footprints,
in each butterflies’ lazy dance.
I’ll let you know I’m with you,
if you just give me the chance.
You will see my tiny footprints,
in the rustle of the leaves.
I will whisper names into the wind,
and call each one that grieves.
Most of all, these tiny footprints,
are found on Mommy and Daddy’s hearts.
‘Cause even though I’m gone now,
We’ll never truly part.”
“Daddy please don’t look so sad, momma please don’t cry.
Cause I’m in the arms of Jesus, and he sings me lullabies.
Please try not to question God, don’t think he is unkind.
Don’t think he sent me to you and then changed his mind.
You see I’m a special child, I am needed up above.
I’m the special gift you gave Him, a product of your love.
I’ll always be there with you, so watch the sky at night.
Look for the brightest star and know that’s my halo’s brilliant light.
You’ll see me in the morning frost that mists your window pane.
That’s me in the summer showers, I’ll be dancing in the rain.
When you feel a gentle breeze from a gentle wind that blows.
Know that it’s me planting a kiss upon your nose.
When you see a child playing and your heart feels a tug,
Don’t be sad mommy, that’s just me giving your heart a hug.
So daddy don’t looks so sad and momma please don’t cry.
I’m in the arms of Jesus and he sings me lullabies!
Don’t let them say, I wasn’t born
That something stopped my heart
I felt each tender squeeze you gave
I’ve loved you from the start.
Although my body you can’t hold,
It doesn’t mean I’m gone.
This world was worthy, not, of me
God chose that I move on.
I know the pain that drowns your soul,
What you are forced to face.
You have my word, I’ll fill your arms
Someday we will embrace.
You’ll hear that it was “meant to be,
God doesn’t make mistakes”
But that won’t soften your worst blow..
Or make your heart not ache.
I’m watching over all you do,
another child you’ll bear.
Believe me when I say to you,
That I am always there.
There will come a time, I promise you
When you will hold my hand,
Stroke my face and kiss my lips
And then you’ll understand.
Although, I’ve never breathed your air,
Or gazed into your eyes..
That doesn’t mean I never “was”
An Angel Never Dies……..
Please don’t tell them you never got to know me
It is I whose kicks you will always remember,
I who gave you heartburn that a dragon would envy,
I who couldn’t seem to tell time and got your days and nights mixed up,
It is I who acknowledged your craving for ice cream by knocking the cold bowl off your belly,
I who went shopping and helped you pick out the perfect teddy bear for me,
I who liked to be cradled in your belly and rocked off to dreamy slumber by the fire,
It is I who never had a doubt about your love,
It is I who was able to put a lifetime of joy into an instant.
Your little heart beating so strongly
All those months
Your little arms and legs
Moving so vigorously
Milk falling like tears from your mother’s breasts
Will never nourish you.
Your eyes will never sparkle
Your little voice forever silent.
Your mother and father hold you in their arms,
Timidly kissing your soft, smooth cheek
Caressing your tiny fingers
And whispering your name with tears.
We dream of holding you
Of watching you smile and grow
Our love is always with you
Though you will never know.
We couldn’t wait to hold you
And see your pretty face.
To count your little fingers,
And check your toes are in their place.
It should have been the happiest day
To remember all our life.
But joy had turned to heartache,
No breath, no beat, no life.
We will never see you smile,
Or hear your hearty cry.
We will never be able to dry your tears,
Or share your happy times.
Our precious little Angel,
We will always know your face.
In our hearts and stars forever,
You will always have a place.
How quietly he
tiptoed into our world.
Softly, only a moment
but what an imprint
his footprints have left
upon our hearts.
A million times I’ve missed you, a million times I’ve cried.
If love alone could have saved you, you never would have died.
To some you are forgotten, to others just part of the past;
but to me who loved and lost you, your love will always last.
It broke my heart to lose you, you didn’t go alone,
for my life went with you -sweetheart- the day angels called you home.
For things on earth didn’t matter, but now I feel so alone,
My heart will always be broken, my life will never be whole.
We might be parted for awhile, our hearts will always be together
for one day soon we will hold hands again forever.
I have not turned my back on you
So there is no need to cry.
I’m watching you from heaven
Just beyond the morning sky.
I’ve seen you almost fall apart
When you could barely stand.
I asked an angel to comfort you
And watched her take your hand.
She told me you are in more pain
Than I could ever be.
She wiped her eyes and swallowed hard
Then gave your hand to me.
Although you may not feel my touch
Or see me by your side.
I’ve whispered that I love you
While I wiped each tear you cried.
So please try not to ache for me
We’ll meet again one day.
Beyond the dark and stormy sky
A rainbow lights the way.
They Say There is a Reason
They say there is a reason,
They say that time will heal,
But neither time nor reason,
Will change the way I feel,
For no-one knows the heartache,
That lies behind our smiles,
No-one knows how many times,
We have broken down and cried,
We want to tell you something,
So there won’t be any doubt,
You’re so wonderful to think of,
But so hard to be without.
To Mother and Father
There’s a corner up in heaven
Where the little babies play,
And our Blessed Mother watches
All throughout the live long day.
They’re a happy lot, these babies
Sure the reason’s very plain
For they’ve missed the world’s contagion,
Came unscathed, without it’s pain.
“Tis an angel band they call them
And you both should happy be
You’re the parents of an angel
‘Cause your baby’s there you see.
Yes, and smiling down upon you
With an innocent sublime:
Waiting: watching for the parents
He will meet again in time.
You should never be rebellious
Rather thank a loving God
For your little guardian angel
As along life’s way you plod,
With a faith that never falters
Clasping each the other’s hand
Pledge yourselves to meet your baby
In that better happy land.