Mason Roy was tragically taken in a house fire on Easter Sunday 2007 he was a lot of things to a lot of people, a beautiful cheeky little boy, a loving son, a baby brother, a favourite nephew and a cute cousin, but to me he was my adorable little Grandson. I called him Maso and he called me Grammy.
They say a personality grows with time and I suppose this is true but Maso had no time to make any mistakes, or surprise us with his brilliance, but he could dazzle with his cheeky grin, and for those of us who knew him his personality shone thru like a beam of light from heaven, he was truly a gift.
I witnessed his birth Easter Monday 2004, but never dreamed that I would have to say goodbye so soon. I couldn’t begin to express the pain I feel when I realise I wont be able to hold him again, he wont be here for that family BBQ and I won’t see that beaming smile as he unwraps his gifts next Christmas morning.
"How does one start to heal the heart that's suffered the loss of a child? And fill that space now an empty place which brimmed with love for a while? Can you tell a friend and in the end will they know what he meant to you? Or is it in vain to relate the pain of a heart that is breaking in two?"
"My dear sweet child it's just for a while I'll embrace him here with me, then come what may on a fateful day he'll be sent strait back for thee. You'll turn your head from a moment of dread and a boy beside you will stand, Then on that day your grandson will say, 'Grammy, come take my hand.'"
"You'll puzzle a while then start to smile as you reach for the little boy's hand, because in your heart you'll know from the start 'twas God just unfolding his plan. And with the circle complete you'll spring to your feet as the Heavenly Host starts to sing, Then with a big smile will say the sweet child, 'Grammy, here are your wings.'
"Forever in my heart Grammy”
