What a great poem. I can relate about the part of having to tell dad many times what his new medicine is for and when to take it. I write down on a posty note when to take it and leave it next to the pill bottle. Once he gets use to taking it he does fine. I call in his medicine monthly so I know if he's taking it like he should. In this time of a persons life it is torn into a thousand directions. You need to know their safe, that their doing ok on their own if they live alone like my dad. There are times when dad is doing really good. He has taking an interest in getting one of his old cars up and running and he did it. I'm not all that happy about him driving the old car cause it has sit for 4 or 5 years without even being started the whole time. He had it towed and had the gas tank emptied and a little work done on it but I wonder about the tires and any leaks from sitting all that time. I think to myself that he must have an angel riding with him in that car, keeping it going just for him. I cannot tell you how many times my heart is pounding in my chest when I drive over to dads to get him his breakfast. I walk up the steps and look for the kitchen light to be on, if it wasn't on I'd walked over to his bedroom window, knock on it to see if he's awake. Many times I fear he'll go sometime in the night in his sleep. In away I know he will be better off but the loss will be greatly felt heavy in my heart. Thank you for sharing your poem

Maybe you can play off this poem somehow for your bride & groom...especially 2nd stanza of "to have and hold." and poems for the rice bags: This little pillow filled with rice Is such a comforting device. Microwave for 1 to 2 minutes on HIGH And kiss those aches and pains good-bye. Apply it to a troubled spot. The heat will ease the pain a lot. Or warm those little toes so cold. You'll find this nice to have and hold. Or freeze it for a little while And fix that boo-boo up in style. Instead of a compress made of ice, Use this little pillow filled with rice. Top to toes, front to back. There are many uses for this little pack. Tired and weary, feel like heck? Heat and hang it 'round your neck! Headache coming? The kind you dread! Take it from the freezer and cool your head! Who can sleep with ice cold feet? This little friend can warm your sheets! Aching back, sprains and strains? Use this pillow to ease your pains!

Hello Sandy_in_IA and the rest of you out there. Although the posts in this forum turn out to be incredibly old, I'd like to provide you all with some advice on how to make beautiful diaper cakes. All done in the hope, that someone sees those advice. / Yours truly, le_Chef Here is a link that might be useful: Diaper Cakes.tk

Here are a few that I gathered following my mother's passing: Afterglow Author Unknown I'd like the memory of me to be a happy one. I'd like to leave an afterglow of smiles when life is done. I'd like to leave an echo, whispering down the way, of happy times, and laughing times, of bright and sunny days. I'd like the tears of those who grieve to dry before the sun, with happy memories that I leave, when life is done. ----------------------------------- Fill not your hearts with pain and sorrow but remember me in every tomorrow Remember the joy, the laughter, and the smiles I've only gone to rest for a little while Although my leaving causes pain and grief my going has eased my hurt and given me relief So dry your eyes and remember me not as I am now, but as I used to be Because, I will remember you all and look on with a smile Understand, in your hearts I've only gone to rest a little while As long as I have the love of each of you I can live my life in the hearts of all of you ------------------------------ Miss me but let me go When I come to the end of the road And the sun has set for me I want no rites in a gloom-filled room. Why cry for a soul set free? Miss me a little--but not too long And not with your head bowed low. Remember the love that we once shared, Miss me--but let me go. For this is a journey that we all must take And each must go alone. It's all a part of the Master's plan, A step on the road to home. When you are lonely and sick of heart Go to the friends we know And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds. Miss Me--But Let me Go! ---------------------------- Those we love don't go away, They walk beside us everyday, Unseen, unheard, but always near, Still loved, still missed, so very dear.