"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 okay.
I'm writing this from heaven.
Here I 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'm 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're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list 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 day's 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.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But 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.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world,
the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......
"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....
that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way,
I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
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 coming here to me


~Author~
Ruth Ann Mahaffey



Thank you Ruth Ann for letting me use this poem 
( I cry every time that I read it). Please visit
Ruth Annís pages for more poems


This page is made in the memory of my mother,
Ewa Christine, who passed away in November 15th 1998,
after struggling from cancer. I miss her very much,
but I'm also angry that she can't be around to see her granddaughter grow up.
My daughter and her grandmother got nine month together. 
My mother loved children, especially when they were small babies.
I remember that she cried when I told her that she was going to be a grandmother and she cried when she saw her granddaughter for the first time.

I get sad and sometimes I cry when I look at my daughter,
because she and mom are missing so much and I get sad that I can't call
mom when Christine has done something (good or bad!). 
My mother and I had a very close relationship, we talked on the phone at least
twice a day and we hade been out dancing together to!
I'm glad that I and my daughter spent so much time with
her the last month of her life, I wasn't aware of that it was the last
summer together. my mother was strong and stubborn and I don't know
if she knew how sick she was, but she made me believe that she was going
to concur this terrible disease. She showed up a happy face, smiling
and playing with Christine.

They who'd lost someone close have told me that the first year is the hardest, 
now more than a year has gone by and the pain and the sorrow is still so strong. 




November 29th 2001 - Christmas Holidays is coming...
another year without my mom. This is probably the most difficult time
on the year, harder then her birthday or the day she died.. 
Mom loved Christmas, with decoration, Christmas tree...
everything and I do to... at least I did... 
I do try to keep the mood and spirit up for my daughters sake..
and it is a true joy (and some sadness) to unpack moms gnomes,
angels and other decorations. One day my daughter will have some
of her grandmothers Christmas things and
I hope that Christine also will enjoy decorating for Christmas
when she grows up....


 

My beautiful mother in a gorgeous 
         dress when she was in Spain      

Christine and her grandmother in march 1998