Those Boxes

by Ray Smallshaw   Jul 31, 2009


When someone I have known and loved dies I always wonder if God will sees them as I did and he has received them into his heavenly Kingdom.

After a prayer I think who will help them box up all their loved ones things,
Who will be their to console them when that one or more item stirs a memory that bring tears,

Or who will hold him or her if they break down with that stomach churning feeling of loss,

What will happen when the decision time comes to think who to give what to, which friend, which family member or which charity?

Putting each item into their chosen boxes reluctantly as if a part of the one they loved is being taken away,
Yet knowing that life goes on having shared more with them more than any personal item can ever substitute,

Knowing that one day you will join them and silently giving thanks for the time you shared with them.

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  • 15 years ago

    by Ingrid

    Ray,

    A real though provoking poem.
    Once a person dies, all that is left are memories, some tangible, others not.

    I stronly belieeve that in some objects, a part of the spirit of the deceased person remains. Things that were of great importance to that individual at the time he was still alive.
    I had an uncle, who died age 20 ( I was only 6 years old then) and I mourned his loss for many, many years. I could not speak of him without crying. Then, one day my mother told me I could have the ring my uncle Peter gave his mother, purchased with his first salary. As it happens it was the only thing he ever gave her, for he died too soon. My mother wanted me to have the ring while she was still alive, because she was afraid my brother's wife would claim it. so, I got the ring, it must have been about 14 years ago and from that time something changed inside of me..I wore the ring ever since and finally found peace with his death.

    *hugs*

    5/5 Ingrid

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