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There are days that i will always remember,

What did we do to deserve it Our sin was to fall in love with each other. Didn't we deserve to live happily We married because we loved. It wasn't just a passing thing. We made our marriage work through our differences. Yes we had some but we didn't give up on each other. When all was said and done neither of us would want to leave following a disagreement.

As I walked through Heaven’s Gates

I heard you ask me to please stay

If you could only see the beauty here

Please know that I’m not far away

There is no pain up here in Heaven

Anger and fear just disappear

I’m filled with Peace and Love each day

Now I watch over you from here

My journey there in life was through

One Sunday afternoon when I was fifteen, my dad had a massive heart attack and collapsed in front of me. They resuscitated him at the hospital, but he never regained consciousness. For a week I sat by his bed and talked about anything and everything that came into my mind.

I knew he wasn’t going to make it.

I suppose you're reading this assuming that this will be my long, sad, and depressing story about how I lost a loved one. To cut to the chase, you're not entirely wrong. You see, after losing my loved one I turned to writing as my only way to vent. In all honesty, writing was one of the few things I was in control of at that particular time in my life.

Most people feel compelled to try to fix what is wrong when their loved ones are hurting. Their love and concern for them drives them to act, to “do” something.

Concerned loved ones cannot resist the temptation to speak into the griever’s situation and recite platitudes, scripture verses that come to mind which seem appropriate at the time, to offer opinions – to fix it.

As my head lies upon a pillow

And my body starts it’s rest

My Soul know’s, soon you’ll be at my side

From Heaven my dreams will be Blessed

In life I long to hear your voice

I miss your warm loving embrace

I want to touch you with my hands

If only I could see your face

But in my dreams I have you with me

You walk beside me as we speak

Eight years have passed since my daughter died. Helen was born on Thanksgiving Day, so this holiday is painful for me. Christmas is painful too because it was Helen’s favorite holiday. Three other family members died the same year and I miss them all. To keep myself from sliding backward on the recovery path, I assemble a Grief Survival Kit. Here are the components.