Dear Roberta, I was compelled to write you and share a poem that came to me
in a dream. In the dream I heard these words and they stayed with me. I
wanted to share this poem with you and everyone that has ever lost a loved
one. I hope it is ok to share this with you. I was afraid to send it at
first. But something told me I should even if I was afraid. Here goes;
Released
I walk to the edge of a cliff,
above me is a blue sky and white clouds.
Below me I see a stream,
it's waters run wild, and free.
The tree's along the rivers edge,
grow tall, and upward.
It's as though they are reaching,
towards the heat of the sun.
One step in front of me,
I see a golden stairwell.
It extends into the Heavens,
I feel it's warmth, and Peace.
Sweet Angels call my name,
they touch me and fill me with Love.
As the Angels carry me upward,
I look downward towards you.
I see you sitting in a chair,
your hands cover your teary eyes.
I whisper your name,
listen to my words my Love.
Shed the tears that you must,
but know my Love I am with you.
I suffer no more pain,
in you I found my strength.
You were there by my side,
when I needed you most.
Now it is time for me to go,
I am released from my suffering,
for this you can rejoyce.
I am there in your heart,
There I will Live for eternity.
Sincerely,
White Tiger
2/20/96 -0500, you wrote:
>As a friend of Roberta and Perry's, she has asked me to send the
>following message to all:
>
>With great sadness I have to tell you that Perry died last night
>(Feb.18) at 9:40. His courage and determination inspired everyone who
>had the honour of knowing this truly devoted husband and father. He
>is finally at peace, and we are grateful for that.
>
>Roberta hopes to log on in the near future, and I'll monitor her
>mail.
>
>She also wanted everyone to know that the fight was worth it and
>successes are happening everyday. Not to be discouraged by what has
>happened to Perry, but to keep on fighting and winning.
>
