Poem

This is from my neice Katie to her Bimpa (sean's dad). they will not let her read it at the service. Lovely sister's sean has. SO, here it is. I dont know why her myspace isnt working.

In tears we saw you sinking,
We watched you fade away,
You suffered much in silence,
You fought so hard to stay.
You faced your task with courage,
Your spirit did not bend,
Yet, you still kept on fighting,
Till the very end.
God saw you getting tired,
When a cure was not to be
So he wrapped his arms around you,
And whispered "come to me."
So whenwe saw you lying there,
So peaceful and free from pain,
How could we wish you back with us?
To suffer once again.
It broke our hearts to lose you, but you did not go alone.
For part of us went with you,
The day God called you home.

If I Had My Life

IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).

I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth
would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.

I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it
melted in storage.

I would have talked less and listened more.

I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was
stained, or the sofa faded.

I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried
much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the
fireplace.

I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his
youth.

I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.

I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day
because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.

I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.

I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more
while watching life.

I would never have bought anything just because it was practical,
wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.

Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished
every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the
only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.

When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, 'Later.
Now go get washed up for dinner.' There would have been more 'I love you's'
More 'I'm sorry's.

But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute..look
at it and really see it.. . live it and never give it back.