Posted on 10/15/2019 4:33:14 AM PDT by sodpoodle
Would you know my name I f I saw you in heaven Will it be the same If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven
Would you hold my hand If I saw you in heaven Would you help me stand If I saw you in heaven
I'll find my way, through night and day Cause I know I just can't stay Here in heaven
Time can bring you down Time can bend your knee Time can break your heart Have you begging please Begging please
Beyond the door There's peace I'm sure. And I know there'll be no more Tears in heaven
Would you know my name If I saw you in heaven Will it be the same If I saw you in heaven
I must be strong, and carry on Cause I know I don't belong Here in heaven
Actually, that child died, it wasn’t lost.
******Actually, that child died, it wasn’t lost.*****
On 20 March 1991, Clapton’s four-year-old son, Conor, died after falling from the 53rd-floor window of his mother’s friend’s New York City apartment at 117 East 57th Street. Conor’s funeral took place on 28 March at St Mary Magdalene’s Church in Clapton’s home village in Ripley, Surrey.
I consider all deaths ‘losses’.[
Yeah, me too: I have a little girl waiting for me to come to her someday. there is no sorrow on earth like losing a child.
My daughter was 19 when we lost her to suicide. I don’t believe there’s a pain worse than losing a child. It’s been a month shy of four years and I still wake up some days thinking it was a horrible dream.
Prayers for you. May God ease your suffering.
Don’t worry... God recycles.
It’s all ok in the grand scheme of things.
My daughter was playing Eric Clapton on the radio. I was so moved by the song that I checked out the history. His son died tragically in 1991.
My stepson was 28 and committed suicide.
I was 500 miles away and knew what was happening before anyone even knew he had died. He came to me in spirit and we healed wounds relating to his mother before he crossed over into the Light.
My girl was 26 when she drank herself to death. I have a picture of her in an angel costume from when she was small. I talk to that picture every day.
I frequently work with parents who list children and are stuck in the grieving process. Quite often, the parents are not grieving for the reason they think they are.
My condolences to all who have buried a child. I cannot imagine the pain.
Prayers to all.
Prayers for you and your family.
Matthew 22
7 Finally, the woman died. 28 Now then, at the resurrection, whose wife will she be of the seven, since all of them were married to her?”
29 Jesus replied, “You are in error because you do not know the Scriptures or the power of God.
30 At the resurrection people will neither marry nor be given in marriage; they will be like the angels in heaven.
31 But about the resurrection of the dead—have you not read what God said to you, 32 ‘I am the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob’[b]? He is not the God of the dead but of the living.”
Yes but there is a similarity between
“I’m sorry you lost your child”
and
“I’m sorry you lost your car keys”.
Losing something implies a type of guilt. You should have been paying more attention to it so you wouldn’t misplace it. When you say to someone “You lost this”, you are implying they responsible for the loss. Not only that, saying something was lost implies that, with some effort, it can be found.
It really comes into play when a parent feels responsible for the death. There is a difference between “I’m sorry for your loss” which is fine and “I sorry YOU lost your child” or “They lost their child”.
And yes I was an English major
My parents got married in 1966 and a year later my mother gave birth to twins, Siobhan and Seamus. About four months later Seamus died of what at the time was called ‘crib death’. I came along 13 years later as a little surprise, and while my mother showed nothing but love for me as I grew up there was always a bit of a barrier to her affections, as if she was afraid to invest the same love in me as she did with her son. Which is probably why I grew up being daddies girl. But to this day, Seamus is not a topic easily brought up within the family.
The story of Conor’s needless death is heart-rending.
He and his mom lived in a high-rise......Conor loved to jump up on the low floor radiator to look out the big expanse of window overlooking NYC.
That fateful day.....workmen had removed the window and warned his nanny not to let Conor into the room.
His mom was in the shower, came out, and momentarily looked through the mail on the hall desk......later blaming herself for not being there when Conor ran into the room, hopped up on the radiator and fell through the open window.
You wrote that losing some thing iplies a type of guilt.......
what if you have a loss of your house in a storm, where is the implied “type of guilt” in losing that?
loss of weight, sometimes without even really trying - should one feel a type of guilt?
******“I sorry YOU lost your child”*******
******And yes I was an English major*****
But you ain’t no more!!!!!
Speaking only for myself, I could not survive such a tragedy. I cannot comprehend how Eric Clapton did.
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