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A Letter From Mom & Dad

A Letter from Mom and Dad - Karina's Thought

 

I strongly believe that this post has been read by millions of readers in the internet. But I think it is still worth to us to read it again. This is a depiction of how great the parents’ love to their children and it is a reminder to us to always honor and love our parents. Few days ago my Mom gave me a big picture with the title “A letter from Mom and Dad.” It picture contained with these beautiful words and makes my tears dropped. Mom and Dad, thank you for this beautiful reminder. I really love you so much.

My dear child,

When I grow old, I hope you understand and have patience with me. In case, I break a plate, or spill soup on the table because I’m losing my eye sight. I hope you don’t yell at me. Older people are sensitive, always having self-pity when you yell.

When my hearing gets worse and I can’t hear what you’re saying. I hope you don’t call me, “Deaf.” Please repeat what you said, or write it down. I’m sorry, my child. I’m getting older.

When my knees get weaker, I hope you have the patience to help me get up. Like how I used to help you while you were little, learning to walk. Please bear with me.

When I keep repeating myself like a broken record, I hope you just keep listening to me. Please don’t make fun of me or get sick of listening to me. Do you remember when you were little and wanted a balloon? You repeated yourself over and over, until you got what you wanted.

Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person. Please don’t force me to shower. My body is weak. Old people get sick easily when they’re cold. I hope I don’t gross you out.
Do you remember when you were little? I used to chase you around because you didn’t want to shower.

I hope you can be patient with me, when I’m always cranky. It’s all part of getting old.
You’ll understand when you’re older and if you have spare time, I hope we can talk, even for a few minutes. I’m always by myself all the time, and have no one to talk to. I know you’re busy with work. Even if you’re not interested with my stories, please have time for me. Do you remember when you were little? I used to listen to your stories about your teddy bear.

When the time comes and I get bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me.
I’m sorry. If I wet the bed or make a mess. I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life. I’m not going to last much longer, anyway when the time of my death comes, “I hope you hold my hand and give me the strength to face death and don’t worry.
When I finally meet our God in the heaven ………………..I’ll whisper in His ear ………………….. “Please bless my child”. because you loved your mom and dad.
Thank you so much for your We love you… With much love

Mom & Dad

“Honor your father and your mother, so that you may live long in the land the Lord your God is giving you.” Exodus 20:12

Children, obey your parents in the Lord, for this is right. “Honor your father and mother”—which is the first commandment with a promise— “so that it may go well with you and that you may enjoy long life on the earth.” Ephesians 6:1-3

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I didn’t drink

I went to a party, Mom,

I remembered what you said.

 

You told me not to drink,

 

So I drank soda instead.

 

I really felt proud inside,

 

The way you said I would.I didn’t drink and drive, Mom,

 

 

Even though the others said I should.

 

I know I did the right thing,Mom,

 

I know you are always right.Now the party is finally ending,

 

As everyone is driving out of sight.

 

 

As I got into my car, Mom,

 

I knew I’d get home in one piece.

 

Because of the way you raised me,

 

So responsible and sweet.

 

 

I started to drive away, Mom,

 

But as I pulled out into the road,

 

The other car didn’t see me,

 

,And hit me like a load.

 

As I lay there on the pavement, Mom,

 

I hear the policeman say,”The other guy is drunk,”

 

And now I’m the one who will pay

 

 

I’m lying here dying, Mom….

 

I wish you’d get here soon.

 

How could this happen to me, Mom?

 

My life just burst like a balloon.

 

There is blood all around me, Mom,

 

And most of it is mine.

 

I hear the medic say,

 

I’ll die in a short time.

 

I just wanted to tell you, Mom,

 

I swear I didn’t drink.

 

It was the others, Mom.

 

The others didn’t think.

 

 

He was probably at the same party as I.

 

The only difference is, he drank And I will die.

 

Why do people drink, Mom?

 

It can ruin your whole life.

 

I’m feeling sharp pains now.

 

Pains just like a knife.

 

 

The guy who hit me is walking, Mom,

 

And I don’t think it’s fair.

 

I’m lying here dying

 

And all he can do is stare.

 

 

Tell my brother not to cry, Mom.

 

Tell Daddy to be brave.

 

And when I go to heaven, Mom,

 

Put “Daddy’s Girl” on my grave.

 

 

Someone should have told him, Mom,

 

Not to drink and drive.

 

If only they had told him, Mom,

 

I would still be alive.

 

 

My breath is getting shorter, Mom.

 

I’m becoming very scared.

 

Please don’t cry for me, Mom.

 

When I needed you,you were always there.

 

I have one last question, Mom.

 

Before I say good bye.I didn’t drink and drive,

 

So why am I the one to die?

 

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The Letter To Mum

 

Sally jumped up as soon as she saw the surgeon come out of the operating room. She said: “How is my little boy? Is he going to be all right? When can I see him?”

The surgeon said, “I’m sorry. We did all we could, but your boy didn’t make it.”

Sally said, “Why do little children get cancer? Doesn’t God care any more? Where were you, God, when my son needed you?”

The surgeon asked, “Would you like some time alone with your son? One of the nurses will be out in a few minutes, before he’s transported to the university.”

Sally asked the nurse to stay with her while she said good-bye to her son. She ran her fingers lovingly through his thick red curly hair. “Would you like a lock of his hair?” the nurse asked. Sally nodded yes. The nurse cut a lock of the boy’s hair, put it in a plastic bag and handed it to Sally. The mother said, “It was Jimmy’s idea to donate his body to the university for study. He said it might help somebody else. “I said no at first, but Jimmy said, ‘Mom, I won’t be using it after I die. Maybe it will help some other little boy spend one more day with his Mom.” She went on, “My Jimmy had a heart of gold. Always thinking of someone else. Always wanting to help others if he could.”

Sally walked out of Children’s Mercy Hospital for the last time, after spending most of the last six months there. She put the bag with Jimmy’s belongings on the seat beside her in the car. The drive home was difficult It was even harder to enter the empty house. She carried Jimmy’s belongings, and the plastic bag with the lock of his hair to her son’s room. She started placing the model cars and other personal things back in his room exactly where he had always kept them. She laid down across his bed and, hugging his pillow, cried herself to sleep.

It was around midnight when Sally awoke. Laying beside her on the bed was a folded letter. The letter said:

Dear Mom, I know you’re going to miss me; but don’t think that I will ever forget you, or stop loving you, just ’cause I’m not around to say I LOVE YOU. I will always love you, Mom, even more with each day. Someday we will see each other again. Until then, if you want to adopt a little boy so you won’t be so lonely, that’s okay with me. He can have my room and old stuff to play with. But, if you decide to get a girl instead, she probably wouldn’t like the same things us boys do. You’ll have to buy her dolls and stuff girls like, you know. Don’t be sad thinking about me. This really is a neat place. Grandma and Grandpa met me as soon as I got here and showed me around some, but it will take a long time to see everything. The angels are so cool. I love to watch them fly. And, you know what? Jesus doesn’t look like any of his pictures. Yet, when I saw Him, I knew it was Him. Jesus himself took me to see GOD! And guess what, Mom? I got to sit on God’s knee and talk to Him, like I was somebody important! That’s when I told Him that I wanted to write you a letter, to tell you good-bye and everything. But I already knew that wasn’t allowed. Well, you know what Mom? God handed me some paper and His own personal pen to write you this letter. I think Gabriel is the name of the angel who is going to drop this letter off to you. God said for me to give you the answer to one of the questions you asked Him ‘Where was He when I needed him?’ “God said He was in the same place with me, as when His son Jesus was on the cross. He was right there, as He always is with all His children.

 

Oh, by the way, Mom, no one else can see what I’ve written except you. To everyone else this is just a blank piece of paper. Isn’t that cool? I have to give God His pen back now. He needs it to write some more names in the Book of Life. Tonight I get to sit at the table with Jesus for supper. I’m, sure the food will be great. Oh, I almost forgot to tell you. I don’t hurt anymore. The cancer is all gone. I’m glad because I couldn’t stand that pain anymore and God couldn’t stand to see me hurt so much, either. That’s when He sent The Angel of Mercy to come get me. The Angel said I was a Special Delivery! How about that?

 

Signed with Love from: God, Jesus & Me.

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