Miss me but not too long

At the moment my life is surrounded by loss. The loss of my much loved Auntie M (pictured here with Uncle J in Switzerland), the serious illness of my other Auntie and my Mum facing the prospect of being the only surviving sibling. This is not an easy place for Mum to be, a lonely place and a nightmare which she has no choice but to live through. Naturally this is taking it's toll upon her as stress bites and takes hold.

My Uncle J who is missing my Auntie dreadfully is coping well albeit sadly and about to embark upon a trip back to his native Switzerland to see his children, grandchildren, great-grandchildren and old friends.
One of his old schoolfriends who was widowed 3 years ago recently wrote to him sending a beautiful poem which she had thoughtfully written in both Swiss and in English. It was so lovely I copied it and am reproducing it here.
So to anyone who reads this and has known the loss of a loved one I hope this helps.

Miss me but let me go

When I come to the end of the road

and the sun has set for me

I want no rites in a gloom filled room

Why cry for a soul set free

Miss me a little but not too long

And not with a head bowed low

Remember the love we once shared

Miss me but let me go

For this is a journey we all must take

And each must go alone

It's all a part of the Master's plan

A step on the road to home

When you are lonely and sick at heart

Go to the friends we know

Bury your sorrows in doing good deeds

Miss me but let me go.



Those non-rhyming poems

Have you seen those poems which don’t rhyme but which tell a kind of story? Well here’s mine and it sums up life with J over the past few months pretty well! It could be crap but hey – it’s the first one I’ve ever written so bear with me.

Judgemental comments and discrimination

We feel these much too often

Critical words cut like a knife

As my son and I go about life



He doesn’t see the world as you and I see the world

His world is blurred and at times confused as he seeks to make sense of the myriad of social situations.

At times the world is filled with sounds too much for his acute senses

Other times he is filled with emotional meltdown



James wants to be a “good boy”

One who follows the teacher’s instructions and not the “bad boy” who cannot always.

Yet his teachers say he’s good, sits nicely and is well behaved

But my boy does not see this in himself :-(



His deep thinking and breakthroughs are my real salvation

“Will you be okay without your wife” said to my recently bereaved Uncle while stroking his arm.

Oh so proud that he recognised grief and sought to comfort, that he can care for others despite his difficulties.



Another week and new achievements, a karate badge, Star of the Day and then Star of the Week in school,

A school who made such a positive song and dance about his achievement

Oh so happy and so proud



My son gives me Always Unique Totally Inspiring Special Moments

Love knows no bounds

And I give thanks to God for giving me James