Perhaps one day we’ll understand
Why God decided to take your hand
And lead you into Heaven above
surrounded by his tender love.
Never does a day pass by
that we don’t ask the question why?
Why did God take our precious son?
Was it something we had done?
We hope to face the Lord one day
and ask him why you couldn’t stay
on earth with those who loved you so,
those who wanted to see you grow.
We mourn for the things that will not be,
for the things with you, we’ll never see.
the fun and games we’ll never share,
for special times when you won’t be there
No more to see your smiling face,
Nothing will ever take its place,
In our hearts you will always stay,
While we await that ‘One Sweet Day’.
That ‘One Sweet Day’ in Heaven above,
Where we will meet and affirm our love.
Once more our arms will hold you tight,
As in God’s presence we’ll reunite.
Until that day, we must live our lives
Ensuring each memory of you survives,
And feel your presence, ever near,
each time we shed each painful tear.
“See you in Heaven”, you’ll hear us say,
as you watch over us every day,
Then when our lives on earth are done
We know you’ll be the one to come.
You’ll take us gently by the hand,
and lead us to God’s Heavenly land,
where all together we will be,
our, once more, happy family.
- – - written by Bea Brunton
About the author:-
Bea Brunton – Hello, my name is Bea Brunton and I am the coordinator for a registered charity called PASIC (Parent’s Association for Seriously Ill Children) a support group for families of children and young people diagnosed with cancer, leukaemia and brain tumours. PASIC supports families whose children are receiving at least part of their treatment at Queen’s Medical Centre in Nottingham. PASIC offers financial, emotional, practical and social support to families across the East Midlands. The people responsible for the day to day management of PASIC are parents or close family of children and young people who have been diagnosed with cancer, leukaemia or a brain tumour.
My own involvement with PASIC started when my son, Simon, was diagnosed with a malignant brain tumour in 1996. Sadly Simon passed away in 1998 at the age of just 15 years. I have had quite a lot of dealings with the NHS both as a patient and as a carer. Simon was diagnosed with hearing loss and sight problems long before he was diagnosed with his brain tumour. This meant a lot of dealings with medical, social care and educational professionals. The past few years have been spent supporting my daughter Amy through some lengthy investigations into her medical problems.
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