The Day After
It's the day after Christmas, and yes, I'm alive...
Oh God, Please tell me...How did I survive?
I managed to smile and also to laugh,
But deep down inside, my heart's torn in half.
I look at my son, so healthy and strong
Yet my poor little Jamie, left us tired and worn.
Cancer had struck her, too young and too fast
She couldn't stay with us, but her pain is now past.
I thank you dear Lord, for my son and his strength.
Let him lean on Your shoulder and rely on your grace.
He needs You to guide him through his anger and pain,
to realize that his sister, is happy again.
He needs to know that she's in a better place,
Away from her pain, with a smile on her face.
There can be no guilt, when a spirit's set free,
He needs to know that it's a place we'll all see.
He's handsome and loving and healthy and strong,
Help him to know that he did nothing wrong.
He loved her, she loved him, We all did it right.
He has to accept that she just said "goodnight"
No questions, no "what ifs", no "only if I"...
She just took Your hand and flew into the sky.
She's happy, she's smiling, she suffers no more;
We thank You and praise You, for letting her step through Your door.
Keep Your hands on Mike's shoulders
and make him stay strong.
Let his love for his sister, keep him moving along.
We'll never forget her; She'll always be in our hearts.
If You stay close beside us, we'll never be apart.
Written the day after Christmas 2004