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This memorial website was created in the memory of my beloved son, Harold Wayne Smith, Jr. Harold was born May 23, 1974, at 12:02 PM, in Corbin, Ky and departed this earth to be with Jesus, on March 28, 2010.
Harold will be remembered as a man that loved his family. He grew up staying mostly with his maternal grandmother and grandfather. He was closer to them than he was to us when he was a child. He loved his family very much. He thought there was nothing that compared to his nieces and nephews. And they all loved him. The giant of a man would flip them around and they loved it. He quit his job in 2005 to take care of his ailing grandfather. He lived with him and took care of him until his death, April 21, 2007. When Harold's grandfather passed away something went out of Harold with him. He was really never the same. He missed him and watching him slowly die left a lasting imprint on Harold that never left. Harold was a honest man, a loving man but he was also a lonely one. I have always heard that you can be with 100 people and still be lonely. Harold was that person. His health was getting worse and while no one really knew how sick he was, if you were around him, you could see him getting worse every day. I think he would have wanted to leave this earth before he became a burden on anyone. He could barely walk, barely breath and could not even lay down to sleep. On Saturday night/Sunday morning, March 27th/28th, he sat down on his couch and went to sleep. God said, "Son you have suffered enough, come Home". He never woke up. His brother found him the next morning. I think that is the way he would have wanted to go. That thought and knowing the last words he heard from me were "I love you" keeps me sane everyday. Until we meet again son, you are missed more than you could every know. I love you.
A Child Loaned
"I'll lend you for a little time
A child of Mine." He said.
For you to love the while he lives
And mourn for when he's dead.
It may be six or seven years
Or twenty-two or three
But will you, till I call him back
Take care of him for Me?
He'll bring his charms to make you glad,
And should his stay be brief,
You'll have his precious memories
As solace for your grief".
I cannot promise he will stay
Since all from Earth return,
But there are lessons taught down there
I want the child to learn.
I've looked this wide world over
In my search for teacher's true,
And from the throngs that crowd life's lanes,
I have selected you;
Now will you give him all your love,
Nor think the labor vain
Nor hate Me when I come to call
And take him back again?
I fancied that I heard them say,
"Dear Lord, Thy will be done,
For all the joy Thy child shall bring,
For the risk of grief we'll run.
We'll shelter him with tenderness,
We'll love him while we may,
And for the happiness we've known,
forever grateful stay.
But should the angels call for him
Much sooner than we planned,
We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,
And try to understand."
If I Knew
If I knew it would be the last time that you would fall asleep, I would have prayed to the Lord, your soul to keep.
If I knew it would be the last time that I'd see you walk out the door, I would have gave you a hug and kiss.
If I knew it would be the last time I'd hear your voice or see your face, I would have video taped each action and word, so I could play it back every day.
If I knew it would be the last time, I would have spared an extra minute to stop and say "I love you", instead of just assuming that you knew.
If I knew it would be the last chance, I would have been there to share your day. But I was so sure you'd have many more days, that I just let this one slip away. For surely there's always tomorrow to make up for an oversight and we always get a second chance to make everything just right? I thought there would always be another day to say "I love you."
And certainly there would be another chance to ask "Is there anything I can do?"
But this lesson I learned so hard, tomorrow is not promised to anyone, young or old alike. Today may be the last chance you get to hold your loved one tight.
So if you're waiting for tomorrow, why not do it today? For if tomorrow never comes, you'll surely regret the day, that you didn't take that extra time for a smile, a hug, or a kiss. That you were too busy to grant someone, what turned out to be their one last wish. That you would think every day "God why didn't I just say "I love you" at least once?
So hold your loved ones close today, and whisper in their ear, that you love them and that you'll always hold them dear.
Take time to say "I'm sorry," "Please forgive me," " I love you," "Thank you," or "It's okay."
And if tomorrow never comes, you'll have no regrets about today.
A Mother's Day Wish From Heaven
Dear Mr. Hallmark,
I am writing to you from heaven,
and though it must appear
A rather strange idea,
I see everything from here.
I just popped in to visit,
your stores to find a card
A card of love for my mother,
as this day for her is hard.
There must be some mistake I thought,
every card you could imagine
Except I could not find a card,
from a child who lives in heaven.
She is still a mother too,
no matter where I reside
I had to leave, she understands,
but oh the tears she's cried.
I thought that if I wrote you,
that you would come to know
That though I live in heaven now,
I still love my mother so.
She talks with me, and dreams with me;
we still share laughter too,
Memories are our way of speaking now,
would you see what you could do?
My mother carries me in her heart,
her tears she hides from sight.
She writes poems to honor me,
sometimes far into the night
She plants flowers in my garden,
there my living memory dwells
She writes to other grieving parents,
trying to ease their pain as well.
So you see Mr. Hallmark,
though I no longer live on earth
I must find a way,
to remind her of her wondrous worth
She needs to be honored,
and remembered too
Just as the children of earth will do.
Thank you Mr. Hallmark,
I know you'll do your best
I have done all I can do;
to you I'll leave the rest.
Find a way to tell her,
how much she means to me
Until I can do it for myself,
when she joins me in eternity.
The Ugly Shoes
I am wearing a pair of shoes.
They are ugly shoes, uncomfortable shoes.
I absolutely hate my shoes.
Each day i wear them, and each day I wish and pray that I could take them off.
Some days, my shoes hurt so bad that I don't think I can take another step, yet I continue to wear them.
I get funny looks wearing these shoes.
They are looks of sympathy.
I can tell in others eyes that they are glad that these are my shoes and not theirs.
They never talk about my shoes.
To learn how awful my shoes are, might make them feel uncomfortable.
To truly understand these shoes, you have to walk in them, but once you put them on, you can never take them off.
I realize I am not the only one who wears these shoes. There are many pairs in the world. People that are like me and ache daily as they walk in them.
Some have learned how to walk in them so that they don't hurt quite so much.
Some have worn the shoes for so long that days will go by before they think about how much they hurt.
No person deserves to wear these shoes.
Yet, because of these shoes, I am a stronger woman.
These shoes have given me the strength to face anything.
They have made me who I am.
I will forever walk in the shoes of a mother who has lost a child.
My Precious Child
There is not a day that passes that I don't break down and cry
That I look toward Heaven for a reason, but still I don't know why.
Couldn't He have waited another year or two, until I'd have a little more time to spend with you?
Forgive me Lord, I then say. All these thoughts are wrong and there had to be a reason and I know I must be strong.
You are in the arms of Jesus now and I know you'll be fine. But I wish with all my heart that those arms could be mine.