Condoléances
| Kay |
Flowers Against the Wall-Part 2 |
November 11, 2008 |
An Addendum to: "FLOWERS AGAINST THE WALL"
I really don't know how to handle
the dream you left behind.
I can't get past the memories
that are always on my mind.
I close my eyes and see you,
and everything's okay---
But when I open them again,
you've always gone away.
Why would you go and leave me,
knowing how much I cared?
Why couldn't you have waited~
with so much still to be shared.
I hold on to my memories,
but they don't work for me.
To have and to hold you again,
is where I would like to be.
I know that your love for me
was the greatest love of all.
And I wasn't finished with it--
nor the flowers against the wall.
I never doubted for a moment
just how much you cared---
Two hearts that were entwined as one
with both souls equally bared.
We braved the good and the bad
from day one, that is true~
But never was there a single time
when I ever doubted you.
Your will was so large and strong,
your beliefs always so true;
your passion for life was unriveled;
believing there was nothing you couldn't do
You always seemed so invincible,
so it was hard for us to believe~
when they told us you were dying
with no time for us to grieve.
It seems it only took a moment
for you to be forever gone;
to live only in our minds and hearts,
as we faced our lives alone.
When we look back, and we think of you,
and the flowers against the wall;
we realize what you meant to us,
and you're really not gone at all!
Thank God for all the memories
that you left behind with us all;
So when we want to think of you,
we see the flowers against the wall
They bloom and bloom and bloom again
and remind us all every day
that you aren't really gone at all
that you are just away------
An addendum to "Flowers Against the Wall"
Kay N. McBroom
November 7, 2008
| Layna |
Letting Go |
November 5, 2008 |
Please visit this site below to hear a beautiful song about letting go of someone you love dearly. This song touched me so deeply because it really told the story of my life with my dad. I did crawl in his hospital bed with him and when we were alone a few minutes before he died, I finally summoned the courage to tell him he could let go. It was the HARDEST thing I have ever done in my life because I truly did not
want to let go of him. He died in my arms and for that I will forever be greatful because I was there when that beautiful soul left this earth and because in some small way I was holding him and there for him like he had ALWAYS been for me.
http://uk.youtube.com/watch?v=532jxGDRjGY
Here are the lyrics:
Wind blowin' on my face
Sidewalk flyin' beneath my bike
A five year-old's first taste
Of what freedom's really like
He was runnin' right beside me
His hand holdin' on the seat
I took a deep breath and hollered
As I headed for the street
Chorus--
You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Oh, I think I'm ready
To do this on my own
It still feels a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I'll be okay now, Daddy
You can let go
I was standin' at the altar
Between the two loves of my life
To one I've been a daughter
To one I soon would be a wife
When the preacher asked,
'Who gives this woman?'
Daddy's eyes filled up with tears
He kept holdin' tightly to my arm
'Til I whispered in his ear
You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Oh, I think I'm ready
To do this on my own
It still feels a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I'll be okay now, Daddy
You can let go
It was killin' me to see
The strongest man I ever knew
Wastin' away to nothin'
In that hospital room
'You know he's only hangin' on for you'
That's what the night nurse said
My voice and heart were breakin'
As I crawled up in his bed, and said
You can let go now, Daddy
You can let go
Your little girl is ready
To do this on my own
It's gonna be a little bit scary
But I want you to know
I'll be okay now, Daddy
You can let go
You can let go 
| Layna |
In the Valleys I Grow |
November 5, 2008 |
Please visit this website below. It's about finding strength and courage in the valleys of our lives. It's where we find God's love and mercy.
http://llerrahmusic.com/dreams.htm
| Layna |
Daddy's Poem |
November 5, 2008 |
Daddy's
Poem
Her hair was up in a pony tail,
her favorite dress tied with a bow.
Today was Father's Day at school,
and she couldn't wait to go!
But her mommy tried to tell her,
that she probably should stay home.
Maybe the kids wouldn't understand,
why she went to school alone.
But she was not at all afraid;
She knew just what to say.
What to tell her classmates;
why he wasn't there today.
But still her mother worried,
for her to face this day alone.
And that was why once again,
she tried to keep her at home.
But the little girl went to school
eager to tell them all.
About a daddy she never sees
a daddy who never calls.
Daddies were along the back wall,
for everyone there to meet.
Children were squirming impatiently,
quite anxious in their seats.
One by one the teacher called
each student from the class.
For each to introduce their daddy,
as seconds slowly passed.
At last the teacher called her name,
and every child turned to stare.
Each of them was searching,
for a man who wasn't there.
'Where on earth is her daddy?'
she heard a boy call out. 'She probably doesn't have one,'
another student dared to shout.
And from somewhere near the back,
she heard a daddy say,
'Looks like another deadbeat dad,
too busy to waste his day.'
The words did not offend her,
as she smiled up at her M o m.
She looked back at her teacher,
who told her to go on.
And with her hands behind her back,
slowly she began to speak.
And out from the mouth of a child,
came words incredibly unique.
'My Daddy couldn't be here,
because he lives so far away.
But I know he wishes he could be,
since this is such a special day.
And though you cannot meet him,
I wanted you all to know.
Everything about my daddy,
and how he loves me so.
He loved to tell me stories
he taught me to ride my bike.
He surprised me with pink roses,
and taught me to fly a kite.
We used to share fudge sundaes,
and ice cream in a cone.
And though you cannot see him.
I'm not standing here alone.
'Cause my daddy's always with me,
even though we are apart
I know because he told me,
he'd forever be in my heart'
With that, her hand reached up,
and lay across her chest.
Feeling her own strong heartbeat,
beneath that favorite dress.
From somewhere in the crowd of dads,
her mother stood in tears.
Proudly watching her young daughter,
who was wise beyond her years.
For she stood up for the amazing love
of a man not still in her life.
Doing what she thought was best for her,
doing what she deemed so right.
And when she dropped her hand back down,
staring straight into the crowd.
She finished with a soft, strong voice
but its message was clear and loud.
'I love my daddy very much,
he was my shining star.
And if he could, he'd be here,
but heaven's just too far.
You see he had a cancer
And died just this year
God saw fit to take him home,
but told us not to fear
And sometimes when I close my eyes,
it's like he never went away.'
And she closed her eyes so tight,
and saw him there that day.
And to her mother's amazement,
she witnessed with surprise.
A room full of dads and children,
all starting to close their eyes.
Who knows what they saw before them,
who knows what they felt inside.
Perhaps for merely a second,
they saw him at her side.
'I know you're here with me, Daddy,'
to the silence she called out.
And what happened next made believers,
of those once filled with doubt.
Not one in that room could explain it,
for each of their eyes had been closed.
But there on the desk beside her,
a fragrant long-stemmed pink rose.
And a child was blessed in that moment,
by the love of her shining star.
And given the gift of believing,
that heaven is never too far.
Remember--Life is brief and fragile
| Kay |
FLOWERS AGAINST THE WALL |
November 4, 2008 |
~FLOWERS AGAINST THE WALL~
When I think about my life,
and wonder where time went;
I can't help but have a smile
about the years you and I spent.
Those years went so very fast,
so fleeting in their flight~
that we hardly had time to catch our breathe
before those years were out of sight.
I can't always remember every little thing,
but the love was hard to miss.
I'll remember always your strong will,
and the fervant hug and kiss.
You meant so much to so many,
and to me, most of all.
That I thank God for giving me
the flowers against the wall.
The flowers bloom and then they die,
as we all will ultimately do.
But they leave such a lasting effect
on a love that was so true.
I've picked a big bouquet today
and put them by my chair;
so I'll be able to look at them,
and know that you are there.
You're always with me, day and night,
and always by my side.
And when I stop and think of you,
I do it with enormous pride.
You'll never be too far away
for me to love you still~
and I'll be with you after death
If that is the Lord's will.
Until then I shall dream of you,
and hold you in my heart.
'Til that day we'll be together
where we shall never part.
Kay N. McBroom
September 30, 2008
~written for Bobby~
| Kay |
SOMETIMES |
November 4, 2008 |
SOMETIMES
Sometimes when I close my eyes
all I can see is your face.
Sometimes when I reach out to you
all I can feel is empty space.
Sometimes when I feel sorry for myself
and my eyes fill with tears;
I feel your quiet, strong presence
your soft voice, calming my fears.
Sometimes when I am so very lonely,
and I want to scream and yell:
Your arms are stretched out to me,
telling me that all will be well.
Sometimes when I wonder if this is a dream
or if I'm asleep or awake;
A million thoughts come into my mind,
and memories to make my heart break.
Sometimes I wonder why this happened,
but only God knows that reason.
Many times people come into your life
for a time, a purpose or a season.
Sometimes we don't realize how lucky we are
to spend precious moments so few---
with a person who becomes the love of your life,
until its much too late to do.
Sometimes we spend, oh, so many hours
regretting what might have been said;
when we need to get down on our knees
and thank God for that time instead.
~A TRIBUTE TO MY HUSBAND~
by Kay N. McBroom
September 29, 2008
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