11/06/2006
Since Bailey died I have felt guilty when i laugh or find myself enjoying something. Somehow it feels wrong, like I'm letting Bailey down. A friend told me this story.
A little boy went to heaven to be an angel. One day his mummy got to talk to him . "Are you happy in heaven?" she asked him. "Oh yes" he replied "heaven is a really wonderful place". "And do you play with all the other boys and girls?" she asked. "No" he replied "I'm too busy carrying my buckets". "But surely you must get time to play with all the toys"?, "No" said the little boy "I have to carry my buckets"." What's this all about" she asked "Can't you set your buckets down sometimes and play with all the other angel's?. The little boy looked at her sadly and said "I'm too busy, because you see when you cry mummy, I gather up all your tears in my buckets and Jesus puts them in a bottle.That's my special job and it keeps me very busy.
