This past December (2004), I read about an accident that took the life of a family on vacation. A father and his two young children, leaving a young mother severely injured and clinging to life. Even though I read about accidents daily, this one haunted me for some reason. I had constant thoughts about this accident. It wasn't until weeks later when they reported the woman's name, did I realize she shared my maiden last name. I sent Julie a card, and this poem. I hope that it gave her some comfort. She was only 26 years old and lost her entire family in a matter of seconds. Life is a precious gift, please don't take it for granted.
In memory of Wesley, Auston and Belle Chapman (Kentucky)
If Angel's come from Heaven,
To help Julie through each day,
Why are they invisible,
Are they here on Earth to stay?
Do they come to help her heal,
From sadness in her heart?
Or do they have unfinished work,
What is an Angel's part?
At times her faith will falter,
The times a heavy load,
Is carried on her shoulders,
How she even makes it,
Heaven only knows.
Her strength and dedication,
As she crawls along each day,
Across the floor of God's sweet grace,
There's an Angel to guide her way.
There are Angel's all around us,
But Julie's are here to stay,
Each morning as she wakes,
They wipe her tears away,
Julie has been touched by miracles,
In a very special way,
For Wesley, Auston, Belle and God
Protect Julie everyday.