Joyce Dorothy Harris

mom x

We sent a dove to heaven today,
With a parcel on its wings.
Be careful how you open it,
Its full of precious things.
Inside - a million kisses,
Wrapped in a million hugs.
To tell you that we miss you,
And are sending all our love.

sleep tight mom xx

Suzanne (Daughter) August 30, 2007

Morning

Good morning Joyce hope you had a good night. Another day away from your loved ones but never forgotten.

Hi Suzanne see you soon.

Love Sue
x

Sue (Friend) August 29, 2007

Good night Joyce I have been telling all the other little angels its time for bed but it is probably a bit early for you. Have a good day tomorrow.

Love Sue
X

Sue (Friend) August 28, 2007

mom

If tears could build a stairway,
And memories a lane.
I'd walk right up to heaven,
And bring you home again.


forever in my heart, all my love suzanne xx

Suzanne (Daughter) August 28, 2007

mom

Mom your parting ws so sudden,
I sit and wonder why?
My heart still aches with sadness,
And tears still sometimes flow.
For what it meant to lose you,
No-one will ever know.
If I searched the whole world over,
Until the end of time.
I would never find another mom,
As wonderful as mine.
And if there is another life,
And i am born once more.
I pray that god will bring us back together, as before.
love you forever mom xx

Suzanne (Daughter) August 27, 2007

Hello Joyce

Suzanne has helped me put on my son David's site. I have had some lovely messages and candles lit for him but there have also been some horrible messages left some people are co cruel. I know you are a kind and caring person and will be looking after lots of angels in heaven until their mommys come for them. You are missed so much.

Warmest wishes to you Joyce.

Love Sue X

Sue Elasmer (Friend) August 2, 2007

thank you

thank you sheila for your beautiful poem, as i sat reading it, the tears flowed, it was so lovelly, thanx again love suzanne x

Suzanne (Daughter) June 27, 2007

a letter sent from heaven

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...

but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.

I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.

Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.


Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.

Remember that I'm 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.

I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.

There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man.'


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 day's chores put to flight.

God and I are closest 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 are 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 of you and many hills to climb;

but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.

It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for 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 has been 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 to me.

~Author~

Ruth Ann Mahaffey

©Copyright 1998

Written in memory of my late husband, Richard Mahaffey

Sheila Ian Fosters Mum (passerby) June 25, 2007