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We are left for a reason. God will show us what it is.

Two Months (Since you've been in Heaven) By Franklin Price 03/18/2021 Dear Lord, today marks two months since my Barbara left this life Since You, in love and kindness, took away her pain and strife You waited 'til our daughter Dani, could be with us on that day We held tightly to each other as you took Barb's soul away Thank you Lord and Savior for the ultimate you gave Your only son, upon the cross, for our sinful lives to save Barb's with you up in Heaven for she believed that this is true I'll join her when it's my time, for I do believe it too Dani stayed with me 'til Sunday. The two of us, both laughed and cried. We celebrated lives together, knowing Barb was by your side Part of all our lives, is death. The ones left, then must progress Dwelling on the dear departed, can make the left one's lives a mess Alone and left with sorrow, thinking only, “woe is me” I heard her voice from heaven, “It will be okay, you'll see”. Facebook posts, and phone calls, E-mails, cards, more than a few. The love was overwhelming, allowing life to start anew God, you blessed me with my poetry to help me try to understand Sent an old time friend to visit, to help me out and hold my hand Last week I went to Florida to see my family and friends All of them brought joy to me, For those I missed, I make amends. I have more friends than I deserve. Time was through before I knew I love you, though I did not see you. I know there's more than just a few. God, I want to thank you for everything you've given me For touching hands, down here on Earth, for my friends and family. You safely brought a new life, to my down trod mourning scene A Great grandchild to celebrate, and his given name is Dean We're going out to see him when Barbara's birthday comes around On the twenty-third of April, we will hear his first hand sound You read right, I'm saying we, Barb is always in my heart She'll see Dean through my own eyes, though she's seen him from the start I know that she was looking down when he took a breath and cried From Heaven she was watching, for she would not be denied Although I'm still in mourning, it's with a forward facing smile I know that's what Barb wants for me, for a frown's just not my style.

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