Pro Life (an apology to my nephew)
on December 4th, 2006 at 7:50 pmLet he who is without sin cast the first stone. If you are ever faced with this, May the error of my ways bring love and mercy to a potential loved one…
Uncle Chuckie
My sister reprimanded me today about having neglected my beloved nephew, Michael Wayne Daniel, in my Obituary. Look, read it first (My Obit) before you come to a conclusion…There are smiles there as well…. ok? But first… a prelude, then go there (my entry on Michael), you’ll understand. Warning… this one will tug at you…
Mommy keep me safe,
Mommy keep me warm,
Handle me with all your love,
Mommy keep me from harm.
I’m only six weeks old today,
This birthday gift to me,
A pair of bright brown eyes,
That someday you will see.
I’ve barely got ears,
A little puppy nose,
and at the end of my feet,
Little things called toes.
Looking forward to my life,
toys, teddy bears, snails,
and long fairy tales.
and if I am lucky,
Hanging with my Uncle Chuckie…
Where are we going mommy,
in a bath, on a bus ride or,
perhaps far away.
Where are we going being pushed at
such force.
How funny it feels passing through
doors, people dressed in green,
if they hurt you mommy just scream.
What’s happening mommy,
I’m starting to cry,
Mommy come quickly,
they’re making me die,
Killing me quickly,
Pulling me apart,
everything inside of me
even my heart,
Bye mommy, good-bye
But how I wanted to see
the grass, the trees,
hear a sweet song,
feel a sweet breeze.
Bye mommy
good-bye
I love You
I really do
I just wish you could love me too…
Fortunately for me, my sister did love him…and he lives…despite an evil wicked me…He is now a teenager and we’ve had many wonderful times together…See the mike entry in my obituary section…
Thank God for his son and Mercy.
Dear Michael, I am so sorry…I love you.
Uncle Chuckie
Wow Chuckie, I know we don’t know one another and I thank you for sending me the link to your blog (lyricsheart) After reading this all I could do is cry, you see in the year 2000 I lost a child and to lay on a cold hard table in a white room all alone with not even the father of the child to call on, I then come to grips with what my life was about, even though I did not have any family or friends with me, I felt a hand holding mine as the doctor sucked what was to be my child out of me, You see her heart stoped beating after I was 12 weeks and they had to remove her from me, I think back to that day and I cry so hard, but then I think again that I was alone but as I start to remember some one was holding my hand through it all and in the end it was MY FATHER GOD I CALLED. I knew that he would never let me go through this alone and yes at times I asked him to call me home, the hurt inside can some times be to deep but thank you Lord for helping me get back up on my feet, Yes I think of how my child would of been but God knew that her father was not going to be there for me, and once again I would have to do it alone, You see I have a 18 year old daughter and at the time she was only 11 and alone I was raising her, but what did I expect when I step outside of Gods order, and do every thing he say not to do, so now I lift my heart to him and thank him for all that I have been through and I guess God has just put it on my heart to share this with you, I don’t know you no we never met, but thank you for allowing me to share this day Ill never forget.
God Bless
Lyric….
Wow, my sister…wow… It is I who thank you for sharing. God bless you…
The lost of a child rather voluntary or involuntary is still so painful when you have to go it alone. It was hard for me to comment on this due to the mixed emotions that I felt when I read it. I found myself at the age of 19 in a clinic shedding silent tears within waiting for the vacum to begin questioning why can’t he love me as much as I love him and maybe this is the bond that would hold it altogether only to hear this is not what I wanted. As a young girl growing up the product of divorce I wanted so much to have that bond of family only to torment myself with unforgiveness for not standing up and saving the blessing that was growing inside wondering and counting the years that would have been celebrated and although I was bless in the end it is still hard wandering what would have been. Chuckie I read the(obit)and I am glad that your nephew is here GOD send blessing even when we are not ready for them because of our selfishness.