Liver Patients Support Group

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital; busily occupied with the living and the dying.

 At a certain moment a doctor will determine that my brain has ceased to function and that, for all intents and purposes, my life has stopped.
When that happens, do not attempt to instill artificial life into my body by the use of a machine. And don't call this my deathbed. Let it be called the bed of life, and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

Give my kidneys to the one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.

Explore every corner of my brain.

Take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain agianst her window.

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the winds to help the flowers grow.

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weakness and all prejudice against my fellow man.

Give my sins to the devil.

Give my soul to God.

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you. If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

I am with you along your pathway,

Thinking of all the days we shared,

Through our good days and our bad

The way I played, happy that you were near.

Remember me and smile.

 

My troubles you shared, and wiped away my tears.

Your love vanished all my fears.

Dont be sad, remember me and smile.

I broke your hearts when I left,

But I am with you all the while,

Through the sunset and the dawn.

Do not cry, I am near.

Remember me - and smile.

 

I will be waiting for you in the sky,

To meet you when your time is nigh.

And I will greet you with a smile,

As we talk together side by side.

Remember me and smile.

If I knew it would be the last time

That I'd see you fall asleep.

I would tuck you in more tightly

And pray the Lord your soul to keep.

 

If I knew it would be the last time

That I see you walk out of the door,

I would give you a hug and kiss

And call you back for one more.

 

If I knew it would be the last time

I'd hear your voice lifted up in praise,

I would video tape each action and word,

So I could play them back day after day.

 

If I knew It would be the last time,

I could spare an extra minute or two

To stop and say "I love You,"

Instead of assuming you KNOW I do.

 

If I knew it would be the last time

I would be there to share your day,

Well I'm sure you'll have so many more,

So I can let just this one slip away.

 

For surely there's always tomorrow

To make up for an oversight,

And we always get a second chance

To make everything right.

 

There will always be another day

To say our "I Love Yous,"

And certainly there's another chance

To say our "Anything I can do's?"

 

But just in case I might be wrong,

And today is all I get,

I'd like to say how much I love you

And hope we never forget.

 

Tomorrow is not promised to anyone,

Young or old alike,

And today may be the last chance

You get to hold your loved ones tight.

 

So If you're waiting for tomorrow,

Why not do it today?

For if tomorrow never comes,

You'll surely regret the day.

 

That you didn't take that extra time

For a smile, a hug, or a kiss

And you were to busy to grant  someone,

What turned out to be their one last wish.

 

So hold your loved ones close today,

And wisper in their ear,

Tell them how much you love them

And that you'll always hold them dear.

 

Take time to say "I'm sorry "Please forgive me,"

"Thank You," or "It's okay,"

And if tomorrow never comes,

You'll have no regrets about today.

I cannot think of tomorrow

Or even yesterday,

They say we'll come to 'terms'

With the loss of you one day.

I try so very hard to learn,

The meaning of the word,

I try to understand

What people try to say,

As they turn their head;

And walk along their way.

 

I thought of all the happy times,

As I woke today,

Perhaps I'll learn today, to come to 'terms'.

I hate that word, It won't go away;

Because my love,

I can never come to  'terms'

At the loss of losing you.

 

So tomorrow I'll start anew,

And keep my own idea,

And keep you in my heart,

As I learn we had to part,

And live my life without you.

To come to 'terms', this I can do,

To love you was all we ever wanted to do

Intro,

The day will come when my body will lie upon a white sheet neatly tucked under four corners of a mattress located in a hospital busily occupied with the living and dying, let this bed be called the Bed of Life and let my body be taken from it to help others lead fuller lives.

 

Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or love in the eyes of a woman.

 

Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.

 

Give my blood to a teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.

 

Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.

 

Take my bones, every muscle, every fibre and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child to walk.

 

Explore every corner of my brain, take my cells, if necessary, and let them grow so that, someday, a speechless boy will shout at the crack of a bat and a deaf girl will hear the sound of rain against her window.

 

Burn what is left of me and scatter the ashes to the wind to help the flowers grow.

 

If you must bury something, let it be my faults, my weaknesses and all prejudice against my fellow man.

 

Leave my sins at the cross.

 

Give my soul to god.

 

If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.

 

If you do all I have asked, I will live forever.

The sea is an ocean

As deep as our love for you.

We cannot bear the thoughts

Of life without you.

The sun rays on the ocean,

Bring our warmest love to you.

The stars are the candles,

That light the way for you.

The moon is the everlasting face,

That shines upon you.

Our hope and dreams vanished

That dark day we lost you.

I'll Lend you for a little time,

A child of mine,  he said,

For you to love the while she lives,

And mourn for when she's dead.

 

It may be six or seven years -

Or twenty two or three,

But will you, till I call her back,

Take care of her for me.

 

She'll bring her charm to gladden you,

And should her stay be brief,

You'll have her lovely memories,

As solace for your grief.

 

I cannot promise she will stay,

Since all from earth return,

But there are lessons taught down there,

I want this child to learn.

 

I've looked this wide world over, -

In search of teachers true,

And from the throngs that crowd life's land,

I have decided upon you.

 

Now will you give her all your love,

Nor think the labour vain,

And hate me when I come to call,

To take her back again.

 

I fancy that I heard them say -

Dear lord thy will be done

For all the joy this child will bring,

The risk of grief we'll run.

 

And for the happiness we've known,

Forever grateful stay,

We'll shelter her with tenderness,

We'll love her while we may.

 

And should the angels call for her -

Much sooner than we planned,

We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,

And try to understand.