Perhaps, they are not stars
But rather openings in Heaven,
Where the love of our lost ones
Pours down through and shines upon us
To let us know they are happy.
I find comfort in these words. Those times when I miss Wyatt so deeply, I can go outside at night and look at the sky with its bright moon and sparkling stars. He is there; I can feel his comfort around me, the presence of love and and an embrace that time can not steal. He sits in the night sky and watches over me and says, "I love you mom. I'm OK. Go, do good things." Then I say to him, "I love you son, I love you so much and I miss you. I love you and I'm so proud of you."
We say goodnight and then I smile and go inside knowing my son is always with me.
But rather openings in Heaven,
Where the love of our lost ones
Pours down through and shines upon us
To let us know they are happy.
I find comfort in these words. Those times when I miss Wyatt so deeply, I can go outside at night and look at the sky with its bright moon and sparkling stars. He is there; I can feel his comfort around me, the presence of love and and an embrace that time can not steal. He sits in the night sky and watches over me and says, "I love you mom. I'm OK. Go, do good things." Then I say to him, "I love you son, I love you so much and I miss you. I love you and I'm so proud of you."
We say goodnight and then I smile and go inside knowing my son is always with me.
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