"My Best Friend Left Today"

My Best Friend Left Today

My best friend left today
She s aid she had to leave,she couldn't stay
My best friend left today
I asked her "Please don't go away.
My best friend left today
She said"I have to,
I now can run and play."
My best friend left today
She said "I'm no longer sore,
It hurts no more."
My best friend left today
I cried all the while,
but she had a big smile.
My best friend left today
"I will miss you so",
as the angels said "It's time to go."
My best friend left today
" I'll see you soon," she said to me
"waiting patiently at the gates...just wait...you'll see."
My best friend left today.
>>>>By Bigtrucks<<<<<(aka Mary)


At 6:01 am eastern time today I received the phone call I have dreaded all week. My Best Friend, adopted mom,and neighbor finally "Went Home".The family and I just want to thank all who sent prayers and positive thoughts.

"Doris, I know you can read this, I'll Miss ya"

 

Very sorry Bigtrucks.

 

My condolences BT, you'll be in my prayers.

 

Thank You All. Those words were on my mind all day and I couldn't get them out of my mind.So I thought I would share.

 

Oh, Bigtrucks, you have our condolences also.... thank you for sharing with us....

 

I'm so sorry for your loss.

 

Oh Bigtrucks, I am so sorry to hear that. Our thoughts and prayers will be with you through these tough times, and beyond.

 

Very sorry BT. Thoughts and prayers going out.
sikvik...

 

condolences, for every end comes a new beginning

 

So sorry for your sad loss, Mary. I know it's a cliché, but it's also true that those that pass away in body live forever in the hearts and minds of all that knew them. ~ Take care and blessings always, my friend.

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I am so sorry to hear this. Take care Mary. I will be thinking about you and the family of your friend.

 

So very sorry, hugs.

 

For you Mary, and all those who've lost. My favorite poem.

The Rose Still Grows Beyond The Wall

Near a shady wall a rose once grew,
Budded and blossomed in God's free light:
Watered and fed by morning dew,
Shedding its sweetness day and night.
As it grew and blossomed fair and tall,
Slowly rising to loftier height,
It came to a crevice in the wall,
Through which there shone a beam of light.
Onward it crept with added strength
With never a thought of fear or pride,
It followed the light through the crevice length,
And unfolded itself on the other side.
The light, the dew, the broadening view
Were found the same as they were before.
And it lost itself in beauties new.
Breathing its fragrance more and more.
Shall claim of death cause us to grieve,
And make our courage faint or fall?
Nay, let us faith and hope receive,
The rose still grows beyond the wall.
Scattering fragrance far and wide,
Just as it did in days of yore.
Just as it did on the other side,
Just as it will forevermore.

By A.L.Frink

 

Ouch bigtrucks, so sorry to hear that

As long as you remember her, some part of her is still here...

 

Hope this poem makes it a bit easier. Regards.




Go Down, Death



Weep not, weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.
Heart-broken husband--weep no more;
Grief-stricken son--weep no more;
Left-lonesome daughter --weep no more;
She only just gone home.

Day before yesterday morning,
God was looking down from his great, high heaven,
Looking down on all his children,
And his eye fell of Sister Caroline,
Tossing on her bed of pain.
And God's big heart was touched with pity,
With the everlasting pity.

And God sat back on his throne,
And he commanded that tall, bright angel standing at his right hand:
Call me Death!
And that tall, bright angel cried in a voice
That broke like a clap of thunder:
Call Death!--Call Death!
And the echo sounded down the streets of heaven
Till it reached away back to that shadowy place,
Where Death waits with his pale, white horses.

And Death heard the summons,
And he leaped on his fastest horse,
Pale as a sheet in the moonlight.
Up the golden street Death galloped,
And the hooves of his horses struck fire from the gold,
But they didn't make no sound.
Up Death rode to the Great White Throne,
And waited for God's command.

And God said: Go down, Death, go down,
Go down to Savannah, Georgia,
Down in Yamacraw,
And find Sister Caroline.
She's borne the burden and heat of the day,
She's labored long in my vineyard,
And she's tired--
She's weary--
Do down, Death, and bring her to me.

And Death didn't say a word,
But he loosed the reins on his pale, white horse,
And he clamped the spurs to his bloodless sides,
And out and down he rode,
Through heaven's pearly gates,
Past suns and moons and stars;
on Death rode,
Leaving the lightning's flash behind;
Straight down he came.

While we were watching round her bed,
She turned her eyes and looked away,
She saw what we couldn't see;
She saw Old Death.She saw Old Death
Coming like a falling star.
But Death didn't frighten Sister Caroline;
He looked to her like a welcome friend.
And she whispered to us: I'm going home,
And she smiled and closed her eyes.

And Death took her up like a baby,
And she lay in his icy arms,
But she didn't feel no chill.
And death began to ride again--
Up beyond the evening star,
Into the glittering light of glory,
On to the Great White Throne.
And there he laid Sister Caroline
On the loving breast of Jesus.

And Jesus took his own hand and wiped away her tears,
And he smoothed the furrows from her face,
And the angels sang a little song,
And Jesus rocked her in his arms,
And kept a-saying: Take your rest,
Take your rest.

Weep not--weep not,
She is not dead;
She's resting in the bosom of Jesus.

James Weldon Johnson

 

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Sorry to hear about your loss.