Friday oh Friday, you are my favourite day,
You're the
end of the week, the let's celebrate day,
Weekend
sweet weekend, I'm here you say,
Why Friday why Friday, dark clouds came to
stay,
My love
for you Friday has gone away,
August 2nd that day, t' was a Friday,
Why
Friday, our joy you ripped away,
My Friday damn Friday, you are here to stay
To remind
us all what it so hard to say,
My Friday dark Friday please go away,
On this
day, on a Friday, our angel seized to play,
Friday oh Friday, you are "not at fault,"
you say,
Then
please my Friday my Friday
Be gentle
on us, on your day,
I Pray!
GD
Our minds are so powerful. As if the mind instinctively knows it must protect the heart. It is extremely difficult to remember. Time stood still, what we know from there on is mostly what people told us. A vague glimpse of events and faces you might have seen. Medical personnel who talked to you. Your phone kept the evidence days after of WhatsApp, messages, people trying to reach you in every way they can. This you only see in the days that follow.
Our Baby Angel in heaven….
Seconds turned into minutes ….. Hours ……. Days ……. Weeks ….. Months …..
and then the 1st year.....
I believe that everybody grief in their unique way and give honour
to their loved ones differently, remember them differently. Some might ignore
the facts, some might have a burial all over again….. I also sternly believe it depends on how your
relationship was with your loved one.
If I think about my daughter, I first see her unique smile, the most
beautiful, gorgeous widest smile…. And
that is seen in all her photos, every single one of them. I see a ray of
sunshine, life, I see innocence, purity, a heart of gold, a hard worker, a
go-getter, a strong-willed for the right reasons, the list is endless. But the
greatest of them all, is that she was a believer, a believer in Jesus Christ
our Lord and Saviour. So if you wondered….
Yes, Isaiah 40:31 was her
favourite verse.
Symbolic – on the one hand, her spiritual strength and maturity
and on the other hand her love for her sport especially cross country which was
her favourite.
2 August
2019 - was on a Friday, that is why the poem written in honour of
Melinde' – Friday oh Friday.
Friday
31st July 2020 - which is the closest Friday to 2nd August – Every morning 06:00
am, our local radio station starts with a morning service and Bible
verse….. Exactly 52 weeks after that
devastating day, the scripture for the morning…… Isaiah
40:31.
2 August
2020 - was yesterday a Sunday.
Exactly 1 year later. I could think of no better way to celebrate our
Baby Angel in heaven by planting a tree.
Not just any tree, a fruit tree, and did she love her fruit. She had many favourites, come to think of it.
Each one of us had our own emotions, thoughts, nostalgic memories….. The question was asked what we thought
Melinde's reaction to what we are doing for her could be at that specific point
in time. We will never know, well not
while we are walking this earth.
Because if you believe, signs turn up everywhere.
Kindest regards,
Liesel
