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| Posted by: Doris Latham Mon March 18, 2013 | Letter from Heaven
To my dearest family some things I'd like to say But first of all to let you know that I arrived today, I'm writing this from Heaven. Here I shall dwell with God above Here, there's no more tears of sadness. Here is just eternal love. Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight Remember that I am with you every morning, noon and night. That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through God picked me up and hugged me and He said "I welcome you, It's good to have you back again, you were missed while you were gone, As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on. I need you here badly, you are part of my plan There's so much that we have to do to help our mortal man." God gave me a fist of things that he wished for me to do And foremost on the list was to watch and care for you And when you lie in bed at night, the days chores put to flight God and I are closest to you . . in the middle of the night. When you think of my life on earth and all those loving years Because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears But do not be afraid to cry, it does relieve the pain Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain. 1 wish that I could tell you all that God has planned If I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand But one thing is for certain though my life on earth is o'er I'm closer to you now than I ever was before. There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb But together we can do it by taking one day at a time. When you're walking down the street and you've got me on your mind I'm walking in your footsteps, only half a step behind And when it's time for you to go . . from that body to be free Remember you're not going . . you're just coming here to me. Sending my deepest condolences and sympathy Doris Latham When someone you love becomes a memory, the memory becomes a treasure. - Author Unknown |
| Posted by: Pam Zoutte Mon March 18, 2013 | Nolan, I'm so sorry for the passing of your mother. She was a special woman 50 years ago in Iowa and even more in these last few years, being reacquainted with my mother and me. She told me great stories of being first married and driving with Ed to Chariton on gravel roads. We drove around all her old Chariton haunts. We also got to drive around your Oskaloosa neighborhood with more recollections. She especially loved my little dog, Desi and asked after him every time. She was quite an independent woman and I will miss her handwritten notes and our conversations.
Pam (Robuck) Zoutte |