How we mourn....

    Hello everyone. God is good no matter what. I have strong faith that the grandmother we know is either in that body that lies in the hospital brain dead or has risen to her new home next to our king and is looking down on us trying to send comfort for those who can not let her go....

   For all of you who do not know yet, my grandmother has had a massive heart attack and is in the hospital since thursday of last week. The Drs. say she is brain dead and that she has pass, but some of the family memebers refuse to take her out of life support and therefore her soul if indeed has lifted up can not rest until the body has been laid to rest...

                     I was trying to locate a picture of her to show her beautiful face but could not find one in my computer at this time... I will later post one as I feel fit. In any regards although she lies in a hospital bed dead, I have began to accept the fact that maybe it was her time and God did not want her to suffer any longer. She was 88 years old. A strong woman. Never judge anyone and loved everyone.Her door was never shut. The big momma of our family ,she kept us all together and strong. No matter what we did wrong, she was there with open arms to just love us.... To her last breath she whispered words of love and compassion to those who knew her . I was reading a lot of different stories of how people dealt with sorrow and I found a poem that was a little different than most. This poem is told in the eyes of the Lord to all parents... But in this case is to my grandma from the Lord to us.....

   THE POEM.......

        I'll lend you for a little time a child of mine, He said,
For you to love the while she lives and mourn, for when she's dead
It may be six or seven years. or 80 or 83,
But will you, till I call her back, take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charms to gladden you, and shall her stay be brief,
You'll have her lovely memories as solace for your grief,
I cannot promise she will stay, since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons, taught down there, I want this child to learn.
I've looked the wide world over in my search for teachers true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
 I have selected you
 Now will you give her all your love nor think the labor vain,
Nor hate me when I come to call to take her back again??
I fancied that I heard them say Dear Lord, Thy will be done!
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
The risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter her with tenderness, we'll love her while we may,
And for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay;
But shall the angels call for her much sooner than we've planned,
We'll brave the bittergrief that comes and try to understand..