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Cindy O'Connor

A LETTER FROM HEAVEN

By Cindy O'Connor

(Dedicated to my mom, Constance Allen, who passed away unexpectedly on Sept. 15, 1999.)

To my dearest family,
Some things I'd like to say.
But first of all, to let you know,
That I arrived here okay.
I am writing this from Heaven.
Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no tears of sadness;
Here is just eternal love.
Please do not be unhappy
Just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I am with you
Every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you
When my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me
And He said, "I welcome you.
It's good to have you back again,
You were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family,
They'll be here later on".
God gave me a list of things
That He wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list,
Was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night,
The days chores put to flight.
God and I are close to you...
In the middle of the night.
When you think of my life on earth,
And all those loving years;
Because you are only human,
They're bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry;
It does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers,
Unless there was some rain.
I wish that I could tell you
All that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you,
You wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain,
Though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now,
Than I ever was before.
There are many rocky roads ahead
For you and many hills to climb;
But together you can do it
By taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy
And I'll share it with you too;
That as you give unto the world,
The world will give to you.
If you can help somebody
Who's in sorrow and pain;
Then you can say to God at night...
"My day was not in vain".
And now I am contented...
That my life was worthwhile.
Knowing as I passed along
The way I made somebody smile.
So if you meet somebody
Who is sad and feeling low;
Just lend a hand to pick him up,
As on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street
And you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps
Only half a step behind.
And when It's time for you to go...
From that body to be free.
Remember you're not going...
You're coming here with me.


Cindy O'Connor




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