From James writing

How can we help our bereaved friends and family – by James

Many of us struggle to know what we can do for people who have suffered loss. Part of the wonderful support we have been receiving has been through daily dinners delivered to us by our caring community. This was made possibly through a website called https://www.takethemameal.com created by a person in the U.S. who themselves lost their spouse. It’s a simple to setup food calendar where people can put their names to dates and then deliver food to the bereaved family. I will in future be building a website for our NGO Isabella1509 which will include helpful information and several ‘helping…

Open your Heart – by James

When you walk your road of darkened skies, your saddened soul swims through my eyes. Remember that your departed loves you, your silent mourning not the glue. When you hold your tears and do not speak, your grief remains you always weak. When your ship is righted so you think, your mind will darken you’re on the brink. When you say its fine to all who ask, but you’re really not an empty cask. Your pain needs voice your hurt is real You need to feel and talk to heal. Remember that the world is good, And people will love…

A letter from Heaven – by James

This comforting poem was sent to me by my dear friend Memre who has been so very kind to us during this time. thank you Memre A LETTER FROM HEAVEN When tomorrow starts without me and I’m not there to see; If the sun should rise and find your eyes and filled with tears for me. I wish so much you wouldn’t cry the way you did today; while thinking of the many things we didn’t get to say. I know how much you love me as much as I love you; and each time that you think of me,…

Love – by James

This verse was sent to me by my dear friend Tyron Richards, it has brought him comfort in his dark days. We all know it in some form or another but reading it again now re-emphasizes to me the importance of love. one love James 1 Corinthians 13 13 If I speak in the tongues[a] of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. 2 If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move…

A poem to my daughter 2 weeks after her passing – by James

My Belsie When dawn breaks every day I think of you in heaven at play, with god and our departed loved ones, sitting on mom’s lap with cuddles far from done. When I look up at the stars, my heart burns bright fiery white scarred, remembering your smiling face, never now gone without a trace. When slumber takes me every night I pray now with all my might, that your special mom will find the peace to create her life’s new lease. When boysie calls your name, I feel a strangling strain, He’s too young to understand why, Your daddy…

A father’s eulogy at his daughter’s memorial service…. – by James

Simone (my wife) You mean more to me than life itself your grief now like an arrow through my heart. I love now more with all my might holding you close deep into the night. I will let you grieve in your private space be patient and gentle by whatever it takes. We will find together in time some peace To lay our special girl to eternal sleep. We will share the pain and wipe away the tears and be a rock to each other when we wake in fear. I will cherish you my dear sweet darling wife until…

My second post after Belsie’s passing…. – by James

“Give sorrow words; the grief that does not speak knits up the o-er wrought heart and bids it break.” ― William Shakespeare, Macbeth In losing our dear Isabella I have, as I said in an earlier post, reflected deeply. I have realised how privileged Simone and I have been to have the love and support of so many people in our community. I have also realised importantly that we have not had to worry about the simple things in life which many of us take for granted. We have not been hungry, cold or lonely at such a devastating life…

My first post after Belsie’s passing…. – by James

7 days after my daughter’s passing There are those moments in our lives when what happens to us cannot be rationalized or understood. Losing a precious child is one of them. I said yesterday during my eulogy that the world has become a cynical place. We often allow the challenges of our daily lives to blind us to what’s really important. Friends, spouse, family, love, kindness, generosity of spirit, or simply a kind word or gesture in a time of ultimate or even simple need. We forget that we are all loved, that there are so many people who care,…