So many people imagine that death cruelly separates us from our loved ones. Even pious people are led to believe this great and sad mistake. When our loved ones die they do not leave us, they remain. They do not go to some dark and distant place, they simply beging their eternity. We do not see them because we are still in the darkness of the world. But their spiritual eyes, filled with the light of Heaven, are always watching us as they wait for the day when we shall share their perfect joy. We are all born for heaven and one by one we end this life of tears to begin our life of love in endless happiness. I have often reflected upon this beautiful truth and found it the greatest and surest comfort in time of mourning. A firm faith in the real and continual pressence of our loved ones has not destroyed them, nor carried them away. Rather it has given them life! A life with power to know fully and perfectly. with this new life and new power our loved ones are always present, to us, knowing and loving us more than ever before. The tears that dampen eyes in time of mourning are tears of homesickness, tears of longing for our loved ones, but it is we who are far away from home, not they. Death has been for them a doorway to eternal home, and only because this heavenly home in invisible to our worldly eyes. we cannot see them so near us, yet they are with us lovingly and tenderly waiting for the day when we too, will enter the doorway of our eternal home. No death is not a separation, it is a preparation for eternal union with those we love, in peace and joy of heaven.

My Mum, she tells a lot of lies She never did before. From now until the day she dies. She'll tell a whole lot more. She used to tell the truth, a lot But now it doesn't matter. I died and went to heaven, Her life is all a-shatter. Ask my Mum how is she. She'll say, "Yes, I'm fine!" She wants to beg "Please help me. I can't find that boy of mine!" Ask my Mum, how is she, She'll say, "I'm all right." If that's the truth then tell me, Why does she cry each night? Ask my Mum, how is she, She seems to cope so well. She didn't have a choice, you see, Nor the strength to yell. You think you know the feeling, But this cannot be. For even though you loved me, You didn't love as much as she. She will smile and tell you, "It's O.k. God has a plan." But she will turn away and cry 'Cause she just can't understand. Tell a joke and she will laugh, But she is not O.k. She wants to share the joke with me, But it will not be today. I watch from here, in Heaven. Her distress disturbs my peace. Will someone please take care of her, And thus take care of me? "Some day you will feel better." "Yes I will." she lies. She knows this will not happen, Until the day she dies. "I was so lucky! I had him all those years!" (They passed in a minute, I shed so many tears.) Ask my Mum how is she, She'll say, "Thank you. Good." She cannot tell you how she feels. Oh, how I wish she could. Ask my Mum how is she, "I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping." For God's sake, Mum, just tell the truth Just say your heart is broken. Ask my Mum how is she, "I'm well, I'm good. And you?" I'll shake my head in Heaven. It simply isn't true. She'll love me all her life. I loved her all of mine. But if you ask how is she, She'll lie and say she's fine. Her carnival is over. She's stepped off the carousel. But, to save you feeling badly, She'll say, "Thanks, all is well." My Mum, she's not gone mad, yet. But, oh so very nearly. Don't ask my Mum how is she, Ask how is she, really. I am here in Heaven. I cannot hug from here. If she lies to you, don't listen. Hug her, hold her near. On the day we meet again, We'll smile and I'll be bold. I'll say, "You're lucky to get in here, Mum, With all the lies you told!" Written by: Jo Burr After losing her 15yr old son, Simon