We Are a Family

We are a family… a family sharing a loss.
We share life, love, finances,
Celebrations, births, and weddings…
And at times like this
A hard and sad loss.
How do we get through this?
We get through it together.
Tears, confusions,
Our shoulda, coulda, and wouldas
Overwhelms our hearts.
How do we find comfort?
With one another.
Through the sleepless nights
We find our way together.
God, we find our way with You.
As a part of our family, God,
We lean on You to make it.
And we will make it
Because we are a family.

3-31-2000 Friday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: MKFL

Waiting for Treasure

Waiting day in and day out.
First to see if I’m included,
To see just what you left,
And ponder on what I would do.
So many things said and promised
But by people who tend to assume.
How do I know the truth?
And what is right to wonder?
I hate to be so caught up in thoughts
Of what you have left me,
When I would rather have you back,
But would not dare ask the Lord
To do such a cruel thing to you.
You have the true treasures now.
And the greatest one of them all!
Jesus Christ… our Lord and Savior,
Tell Him and our Father I love Them,
And that Thy will always be my Treasure.
I thank God for all His blessings.

3-15-2000 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: MKFL

BENEFICIARY

To benefit from one’s death
To add to one’s life.
It seems so unfair to the living,
Yet such a wise blessing to the dead.
How do you take money from someone gone?
Someone you can’t even hug or thank?
How do you enjoy life from money
That is born from someone’s death?
Yet how do you reject the last gift one has to give?
How do you say no to someone who was
Thinking of you with their best intentions
In the event of their death?
Beneficiary… how do you accept a benefit
From someone it no longer benefits?
You let them benefit one last time
In accepting their gift…
And allow them to continue to benefiting
From the blessings the gift brings throughout your life.

3-14-2000 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: MKFL

1999: A Year to Struggle and Complete

Nineteen Hundred and Ninety Nine… what a year.
For me it has been a year to struggle and complete.
From school to relationships, to health and strength.
This was the year to shout the victory or face defeat.
I began it with joy and confidence, and peace, and strength.
I walked through blinding light and deceiving signs.
I fought the war of keeping my sanity, as well as family and friends.
And though I may have lost a little of each, God’s light still shines.
Friends have passed on, babies were born, families continued to fight.
Relationships fell apart, some began, some were declared forever.
People turned their back on each other, some thought only of themselves
But praise the Lord for those who made up and faced thing together.
So much began, so much continued, so much came to an end.
So much life and death took place in this year that is passing us by.
Love was found, love prevailed, love continued to grow.
And even when love seemed forsaken, God’s love heard the cry.
For me it was the year my schooling would be complete.
Now I am to seek God’s purpose in my education,
And praise Him that His guiding light never fades.
The year 2000 we are approaching is the Big Y2K,
And a new millennium for God’s created art.
But no matter what may happen I will always be convinced
That God holds us in His loving and caring heart.

12-30-1999 Thursday
Written by Gail Brookshire

Maybe He’s Crying

Maybe he’s crying.
Maybe he’s actually sorry he did.
He never meant to hurt us.
The secret will always be hid.
He may have been in agony.
He may have been in pain.
Maybe he’s now down there crying.
Wishing he could be here again.
He may be wishing he could be here
To help those who need his love.
He may be in waiting,
To receive his wings from above.
He may be in wishful thinking.
He may be crying out.
But I’ll never know if he is,
Or what he’s crying about,
If he is in agony,
Or wishes that he were back.
Please let him know I love him so
And ask God to help him to relax.

6-17-1992 Wednesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: my cousin
I am so glad taught me about being absent from the body is to be present with the Lord, and the example of the thief on the cross beside Jesus that was assured he would be in paradise with Jesus that day. My cousin is safe with Jesus.

Someone’s Dead

Someone’s dead, and everything’s wrong.
I know I loved him, but grief is strong.
Death is the victor in this game,
But everyone says there’s no one to blame.
A bullet in the mouth and out the ear,
It’s not an easy accusation. The killer’s clear.
Many won’t admit, as they only deny.
Some can’t believe, as many cry.
So how are we going to get past
The love we lost in him? Pain lasts.
We’ve lost many before, many just as close,
But we can’t accept what the world already knows.
Death, the suicide doctor, of the patient lost in darkness.
No one can help him once the doctor has given his best.
We walk away. The tombstone is written for swollen eyes.
The message to read, “As Free As The Eagle Flies.:

5-5-1992 Tuesday
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: My Cousin Dean Harris Lance
1-25-72 to 5-26-1991

Stolen By Heart

You took everything away from me.
Every reason to live.
To love.
To cry.
To laugh.
Why did you do it?
You stole everything from me.
I only loved you in return.
Why did you steal my right to love you?
It was my choice to make, but you made the decision.
You thief.
You stole my heart.
My love.
I can’t forget it.
Because I can’t forget you.
It’s so hard.
But I love you.
Please come back.
Say it isn’t true. That it never was.
That it was just a bad dream.
A horrible nightmare that will never happen again.
Please. I love you.

2-4-1992
Written by Gail Brookshire
Inspiration: the loss of a loved one