Penka Georgiev

To my dearest family, some things I'd like to say...
but first of all, to let you know, that I arrived okay.
I'm writing this from heaven. Here I dwell with God above.
Here, there's no more tears of sadness; here is just eternal love.

Please do not be unhappy just because I'm out of sight.
Remember that I'm with you every morning, noon and night.
That day I had to leave you when my life on earth was through,
God picked me up and hugged me and He said, "I welcome you."

It's good to have you back again; you were missed while you were gone.
As for your dearest family, they'll be here later on.
I need you here badly; you're part of my plan.
There's so much that we have to do, to help our mortal man."

God gave me a list of things, that he wished for me to do.
And foremost on the list, was to watch and care for you.
And when you lie in bed at night, the day's chores put to flight.
God and I are closest to you....in the middle of the night.

When you think of my life on earth, and all those loving years
because you are only human, they are bound to bring you tears.
But do not be afraid to cry; it does relieve the pain.
Remember there would be no flowers, unless there was some rain.

I wish that I could tell you all that God has planned.
But if I were to tell you, you wouldn't understand.
But one thing is for certain, though my life on earth is o'er.
I'm closer to you now, than I ever was before.

There are many rocky roads ahead of you and many hills to climb;
but together we can do it by taking one day at a time.
It was always my philosophy and I'd like it for you too...
that as you give unto the world, the world will give to you.

If you can help somebody who's in sorrow and pain,
then you can say to God at night......"My day was not in vain."
And now I am contented....that my life has been worthwhile,
knowing as I passed along the way, I made somebody smile.

So if you meet somebody who is sad and feeling low,
just lend a hand to pick him up, as on your way you go.
When you're walking down the street, and you've got me on your mind;
I'm walking in your footsteps only half a step behind.

And when it's time for you to go.... from that body to be free,
remember you're not going.....you're coming here to me.

Ruth Ann Mahaffey (author)
©Copyright 1998-2008

Babie was a wonderful grandmother, and an inspiration to so many people. She loved life, loved people, but most of all, loved her family. Whenever we would visit, she cooked....and cooked...and cooked...and cooked. That was how she showed us she loved us. With banitza, flaky Bulgarian pastry filled with cheese; with spinach balls, crustless quiche, flaky rolls (served in a wire silver basket with butter knives, of course) and mouth-watering roasts. She especially loved desserts, and always made something wonderful for us - six layer chocolate cake, Julia Child's Birthday cake, mocha cake, and pies - so many pies! Pumpkin pie, apple pie, strawberry pie - if she made one pie, she usually made three, and always with her never-fail Crisco pie crust. She was always on the lookout for new recipes and often asked friends and neighbors how to make the tasty treats they served at the many parties, bridge luncheons, Garden Club meetings and other gatherings she attended. Because she was a frequent guest, and because she always appreciated the good her food her many friends offered her, her recipe files were overflowing. I have them now, and it's with great fondness that I look through the pages and pages of her notebooks. I realize that her life went far beyond the favorites she made for us. It spanned many, many happy occasions with too many friends to count. Goodbye, Babie. I love you.

Alison