Christmas Tree, Big Questions & Heaven......

Dave, the boys and I went to the cemetery today to decorate a small tree for my my Mom's grave. Before we left, Matthew was getting dressed and said "Mommy do I have to tuck in my shirt?" I said, "No, honey it is Saturday". A couple of minutes later, I saw him tucking in his shirt. I asked him why and he said " Because Mommy, I really want to look nice for the cemetery." I tried to explain again that the cemetery was a place for us to visit and that Grammy is not there, that she is heaven. Michael said " Mommy I really miss Grammy, I want her to be done with heaven!" "When can she be done?" He also asked me why she had to be sick. My sweet little boys, are so sensitive and they really miss their Grammy.......

I do my best to explain that she is in a better place now and that one day we will see her again....

What a wonderful day that will be!

*As I was writing this post, I stopped to check my email and my friend Jean just sent

this poem to me.

It is beautiful, thanks so much Jean for thinking of me-it really means a lot, especially today!

MY FIRST CHRISTMAS IN HEAVEN

I see the countless Christmas Trees around the world below.

With tiny lights, like heaven's stars, reflecting on the snow.

The sight is so spectacular!

Please wipe away that tear,for I am spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I hear the many Christmas songs that people hold so dear,

but the sounds of music can't compare with the Christmas choir up here.

I have no words to tell you, the joy their voices bring,

for it is beyond description to hear the angels sing.

I know how much you miss me, I see the pain inside your heart,

but I am not so far away,we really aren't apart.

So be happy for me dear ones.

You know I hold you dearand be glad I'm spendingChristmas with Jesus Christ this year.

I send you each a special gift from my heavenly home above.

I send you each a memory of my undying love.

After all "LOVE" is the gift, more precious than pure gold.

It was always most important in the stories Jesus told.

Please love and keep each other, as my Father said to do,

for I can't count the blessings or love He has for you.

So, have a Joyous Christmas and wipe away that tear.

Remember, I'm spending Christmas with Jesus Christ this year.

Anonymous

We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord

2 Corinthians 5:8