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Holes in the Floor of Heaven

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I love the words of this song by Mark Wills. Every time it comes on in my car, it makes me a bit teary. The words are so perfect, and it is sung beautifully. I’ve just put the chorus here, but the entire song is amazing.

Cos there’s holes in the floor of heaven and her tears are pourin down
that’s how you know she’s watchin, wishing she could be here now.
and sometimes if your lonely , just remember she can see,
there’s holes in the floor of heaven, and she’s watchin over you and me.

Loved Ones

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This is read every year at the Lights of Love service at Wheatfields Hospice. It’s a really lovely poem, with such a beautiful meaning. My Grandad was cared for at Wheatfields and they do such fantastic work. It’s nice to go back each year to support them.

So many Christmas memories,
Now touched by gentle tears
Of Christmas shared with loved ones
Left as precious souvenirs.

The warmth of smiles and laughter,
That extra special wish.
Christmas time reminders
Of how much they’re missed.

If only it was Christmas
In the way it was before
If only we could have a chance
To share in just one more.

There’d be another memory left
Before we had to part.
Where a little Christmas magic
Helped to heal an aching heart.