Almost Home

I held your hand,
when you were quaking with fear.
I led you to the gate,
and stayed near.

You glanced at what lay ahead,
and back towards me.
Your eyes were wide with fear.
Your little heart skipped beats,
and your face grew white.
I had to hold your cold little hands tight.

"Don't be afraid, there's nothing to fear.
I wouldn't let them hurt you,
or even come near.
My friend,
you're almost home now and you must not
go astray," that is the promise
I whispered on that frightful day.

You glanced at me,
your eyes clouded with tears.
You thanked me for watching over you
for all those many years.

You tightened your grip,
as we walked toward the light.
All the angels' voices were singing into the night.

The light warmed your tear stained face.
I could tell you were receiving it's welcoming embrace.
The love that filled you,
let your burdened heart go free.
You were almost home now,
and soon you'd be happy.

That's when I let you go,
I let you be --
among the angels in Heaven.
So very far from me.

Written By: Mary Day, 1997

Our Friend Johnny (Otie) above.

A poem I wrote that kind of reminded me of Johnny's situation, and since I am his friend (and this is about a friend walking another friend to the gates of Heaven and letting them go), I would like to dedicate this poem to him.

Johnny's brother, Bob Breeves, sadly passed away on Thursday, October 19, 2000 in the home of his brother. Below is a e-mail Johnny sent me shortly after Bob passed on. . .

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Forwarded Message:
Subj: (no subject)
Date: 10/19/00 4:34:11 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Otisvill
To: Otisvill

Oh Lord, Oh Lord,
Oh Lord will you come today
and take my Brother's soul away.

Oh Lord, Oh Lord
please take him today
and take the pain and suffering away.

Oh Lord I know you'll
be coming today.

These words came to me as I took a shower, and as these words came to me; I heard music. When I realized this could not be happening, I ran to his side. I then saw him take his final breath.

He Waits

The pain hurt.
It was so great there are not even words.
But when you held my hand and waited,
it meant the world to me.

When you fed me and clothed me,
when I could not do it myself.
And you waited for me to improve,
not ever complaining.

When you knew it hurt to not help myself,
and waited patiently and took my anger.
When you waited for me when we were children,
and I was poking around.

When you waited for me to smile,
after you told a joke.
That's why I knew when I passed,
your heart broke.

You loved me more then you loved yourself.
You loved me no matter what I did.
You loved me when I didn't love myself.
You loved me in the end.

And now I take this journey,
that you can't take --
and I will always be waiting for you,
behind those gates.

Written by: Mary Day for Johnny

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Words From A Friend......

Johnny (Otie), I am truly sorry for the loss of your brother. And I know that in my heart he is happier now then he ever could have been on earth. I will pray for your family and you so that you will not be heartbroken for long, and that you will find peace in knowing that there is life after....and to take comfort in that.

With All My Love and Sympathy,

Mary

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Letter to Johnny (Otie) from Mary:

I know that I have never met you face to face, and even though our chats have been sometimes superficial; you have been a dear friend to me for years. I know that you are going through a very painfully hard time, and your brother whom you've loved all your life, is slowly passing on. I can not stop your pain, nor can I ever take it away. But I can offer you my complete support and words of encouragement. If you need someone to comfort you, I will be only a moment away. If you need someone to talk too, I am always listening. If you need someone to just listen, I can shut up for 10 seconds (no really, I can). If you need a good laugh, I'll send you one of my pictures. If you need someone to bitch too -- I'm always here.

I know personally, as well as many of our other friends, the loss of someone you love and preparing to lose them. I would dread loosing one of my two sisters, because they mean so much to me. You and your brother are always in my prayers, and I hope that this web page may help you realize that even though you're thousands of miles from me, you're just as important as my neighbor -- and you'll always be my friend.

A few other friends of yours have helped to make this web page what it is -- and to the PnB girls that take so much time to care, thank you!

A friend loves
at all times...
   Proverbs 17:17 (nkjv)

Letter From Otie

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Subj: Re: just so ya know......
Date: 10/7/00 9:56:36 PM Central Daylight Time
From: Otisvill
To: DULUTHMommyof1

That was so nice of you, I'm wiping tiers from eyes, you just made my day.....you know better than i do, that this is just a machine but over the year and a half i have made some good friends in the room I don't even feel out of place there. So it's not just a machine, there are real people on the other side of that machine and you Mary are one person than I'm very happy with being my friend. Right now I'm going to need all the help I can get to get through this. My wife doesn't like the puter but I brought her in to see what you did and it made her cry that someone half away across the country would take the time to be so nice. Thank you for being a good friend.......

* If you have word of encouragement that you would like to share, please click the e-mail link below -- thank you! *

Poetry Section

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Poetry I either have written myself or have found on the World Wide Web that I would like to dedicate to Johnny (Otisvill) and his brother. This section will gladly be added on too, if you find an inspiring poem or write one yourself; please e-mail it to me if you'd like to share it! Make sure it's got the Poets' name on it though, I've had enough of copyright infringement.

If Humans Were Angels

In my stillness,
I find your beautiful face.
Comforted by your eyes,
my soul feels complete.
Hearing your voice,
my heart stirs.
If humans were angels,
you'd be the loveliest of them all.
Sadness never holds me,
your arms keep me safe.
Lonliness does not feast upon me,
your wings push it away.
Underneath your loving eyes,
I may sleep in peace.
If humans were angels,
you'd be the purest of them all.
Uncertain of myself,
your love shall always be.
With lips of gold,
your kisses convince me.
I need no reminder,
your hug says it all.
You love me.
If humans were angels,
you'd be the highest of them all.

Written By: Mary Day, 1996

Our Savior

He looked down on me,
a tear fell from His eye.
This Jesus didn't say a word,
He just hung there and cried.

He cried for all of us,
as we stood below.
He prayed to His father,
to forgive our souls.

He had no anger,
just a sadness inside.
I couldn't bear to watch Him hanging,
or to force myself to watch Him die.

I turned away,
not looking in His eyes.
He smiled down upon me,
as His soul began to rise.

He muttered His blessings,
so we all would know.
His love is eternal,
and so is His soul.

He said He would return,
for all of us one day.
Then He left the earth,
and floated away.

Such a great darkness rested,
upon my head.
Then I suddenly realized,
my savior was dead.

Written by: Mary Day

He Only Takes The Best

God sees that he is getting tired and cure is not to be.
So He places His arms around him and whispers, "Come with me."
With tearful eyes we let him go as he slowly slips away.
Although we love him dearly; we cannot make him stay.
A precious heart will stop beating, hard working hands will lay to rest.
God broke our hearts to prove to us,
He only takes the "best"!

Author Unknown

Guardian Angel

Angel of God, my guardian dear,

I always feel you, far and near.

Ever this day, be by my side

My wants from you I'll never hide

To love and guard

Altho at times I now its hard

To rule and guide

To not see you at my side

I know you're there, my guardian dear

With love , trust and care.

At night I smell your rosey fragrance

And hear your chatter, but, in my ignorance,

I fail to hear, your words so dear,

saying" I love you always, Barbara dear.

Angel poem by Barbara

I'M FREE

Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free

I'm following the path God laid for me.

I took His hand when I heard him call;

I turned my back and left it all.

I could not stay another day,

To laugh, to love, to work or play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way;

I found that place at the close of day.

If my parting has left a void,

Then fill it with remembered joy.

A friendship shared a laugh, a kiss;

Ah yes, these things, I too will miss.

Be not burdened with times of sorrow

I wish you the sunshine of tomorrow.

My life's been full, I savored much;

Good friends, good times, a loved ones touch.

Perhaps my time seems all to brief;

Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.

Lift up your heart and share with me,

God wanted me now, He set me free.

Author:  Linda Jo Jackson

A Bad Day (In Heaven)

Celestial angels sang in perfect harmony,
a melody so great.
I moved to get a better view,
but my wings got caught in the Golden Gates.

An Angel named Poriagraphia helped set me free.
When I started to thank her,
by accident,
I called her "Pornography."

When I sat at the Communion table,
it was my turn to say grace.
I forgot the words to the prayer,
so I thanked the Father for letting us "stuff our face."

It was my day to polish the golden harps,
along with another angel named, Dan.
I listened to him tell a joke,
and I responded by saying,
"That's when the shit really hits the fan."

I never had such a bad day in Heaven,
when all I do is wrong.
I thought this only happened in Hell,
perhaps that is where I belong?

Written By: Mary Day, 1998