Oct 2011
For my son, Jason Anthony Ahrens
March 7,1972-November 20 2002
Let me walk You to the door of Heaven,
Kiss my hand and take your leave.
When you turn to walk within the Gate,
You need not wear your heart out on your sleeve.
For the love that you have given me
Is woven into every web that I have weaved.
If the crowd does not believe that
Then their hearts have been deceived.
Talk the talk,
Walk the walk,
Enter in and be received.
Enter in and be relieved.
March 7,1972-November 20 2002
Let me walk You to the door of Heaven,
Kiss my hand and take your leave.
When you turn to walk within the Gate,
You need not wear your heart out on your sleeve.
For the love that you have given me
Is woven into every web that I have weaved.
If the crowd does not believe that
Then their hearts have been deceived.
Talk the talk,
Walk the walk,
Enter in and be received.
Enter in and be relieved.
On 11/20/02, at three in the morning, as my son Jason lay on his deathbed struggling for his last breaths, nearing the end of a 30 year saga of living with Cystic Fibrosis, the words to this poem came to me with such intensity that I left the room to find pen and paper as the words flowed and the time drew near for him to leave this mortal world. After the few moments it took to jot it down, I returned to his room and read it to him. I know he heard me.
At 8:20 am, Jason took his last breath...
The clouds opened and the sun broke through, telling me he had been met at the Gate.
At 8:20 am, Jason took his last breath...
The clouds opened and the sun broke through, telling me he had been met at the Gate.
