A four-year-old child, whose next door neighbour was an elderly gentleman, who had recently lost his wife.
Little Tim was in the garden filling in a hole when his neighbour peered over the fence.
Interested in what the cheeky faced youngster was doing, he politely asked: “What are you up to there Tim?” Continue reading
Three year old Martin was naturally upset when the cat disappeared. His mother explained that the Tibbs had died and gone to heaven to live with Jesus. Martin accepted this for a while but after much contemplation he put on his coat and announced ‘I’m going round to Jesus’s house to get the cat back.’
Five year old Mark said to his mother: “So, as you are older than me will you die before me?” “Probably,” replied his mother. Following a long and thoughtful pause Mark said, “Will you go to heaven?” “I hope to,” replied his mother. After another long pause Mark asked, “How will I recognise you when we meet up again, will your name be on your chair?”
Back in the 1940’s my brother Jim’s goldfish died. It’s bodily remains were placed in one of Dad’s tobacco tins and buried in the garden and the grave marked with carefully chosen stones. Curiosity got the better of Jim who dug the tin up from time to time to check on its contents.
A father was at the beach with his children when the four-year-old son ran up to him, grabbed his hand, and led him to the shore where a seagull lay dead in the sand.
‘Daddy, what happened to him?’ The boy asked ‘He died and went to Heaven,’ the Dad replied. The boy thought a moment and then said,
‘Did God throw him back down?’
Our 14 year old dog, Abbey, died last month.The day after she died, my 4 year old daughter Meredith was crying and talking about how much she missed Abbey. She asked if we could write a letter to God so that when Abbey got to heaven, God would recognize her. I told her that I thought we could, so she dictated these words: Continue reading
While walking along the sidewalk in front of his church, our minister heard the intoning voices of a prayer that nearly made his collar wilt. Apparently his five year old son and his playmates had found a dead robin. Feeling that a proper burial should be performed, they had secured a small box and cotton wool, then dug a hole and made ready for the disposal of the deceased.
The minister’s son was chosen to say the appropriate prayers and with sonorous dignity intoned his version of what he thought his father always said: ‘Glory be unto the Father, and unto the Son, and into the hole he goes.’ (Unto the Holy Ghost)
I want this story told at my funeral.
R.I.P. Sadly on June 25th Buttercup died. Buttercup was a dearly loved mouse belonging to my 7 year old grand daughter. Katie wrapped the tiny body tenderly in tissues and placed her remains in a box, the grave was dug and a cross crafted using wood from a nearby tree.
A solemn procession formed and was led by Katie holding the box containing Buttercup, her sister Juliet followed and behind their mother. In formation they walked solemnly towards the grave at the end of the garden. Suddenly Katie stopped. ”But we haven’t chosen any music” she exclaimed. Following a rapid discussion between the girls they agreed on ‘Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer!’