I have an Angel up in Heaven
And that sweet Angel has a Name
My Angel watches me as I live
Life here without them isn’t the same
As they watch down on me from Heaven
I wonder what it is they see
Do they see me as I cry for them
If so, I don’t want that to be
I hope that they can see me Happy
I hope to always make them proud
By Harriet Hodgson Submitted On May 27, 2015
Silence made my mother sick in fact I believe it killed my mother.
I am 11 years old. I come home from church school and my fathers clothes are spread out all over the lawn.
The front door is wide open. The Robins that usually greet me in the spring time have disappeared, even they know something is wrong.
A parent's worst time comes when a child is lost. The loss is horrible and the aftermath of self-evaluation of each parent can be a painful endeavor that can last for life in some cases.
As a friend once told me, “Judy, everyone handles grief in their way.” For me, it was going to see my Doctor seek help with my grief.
I used to think that just because I cried
I was weak and I hid behind my pride
A recent summary report,* "Impact of Suicide on People Exposed to a Fatality," raises an alarm about negative effects some people bereaved by suicide suffer from their loss that go beyond their experience of grief. The report is available, below, to read or download. It delineates research evidence that substantiates two troubling facts:
Please know I never really left you
Although my journey there was through
For I am home now up in Heaven
Where I am watching over you
I know you think you live without me
But I am right here at your side
Though you can’t hold me in your arms
Please know my spirit never died
I have asked God to send you comfort
