About six or seven of us were sitting at a round table enjoying one of those Sunday dinners that Southern Baptists are famous for. He was sharing a bit from his past history as we all were – a get better acquainted session. He told a story and shared a poem, which I asked him to share with my blogging and Facebook friends. So here is his story and poem.

 Oneta, I wrote this poem after receiving news of my cousin’s son. He was the same age as my son. He had overdosed on prescription medication. It was absolutely horrific news. 

 I was distraught, crying uncontrollably, grieved and heartbroken. I could only imagine the pain my cousin and his wife must have felt. It kept going through my mind that this could have been my son.

 As I struggled with the reality of what had happened, I found it impossible to compose myself. It was through this overwhelming sorrow I wrote this poem. It was in our Savior that I found the relief and comfort I was looking for.


I have an aching heart, will it ever mend
There is a time and place in life, that it has to end
This I have to say to all, how it’s so unfair
That a parent watch a child’s life, vanish in thin air
I pen this poem through teary eyes and over whelmed with grief
And through it all I must believe, that Christ is my relief   
BY:   Bill Froh 10/28/10

About oneta hayes

ABOUT ME Hello. To various folks I am Neat’nee, Mom, Grandma Neta, Gramma, Aunt Neta, Aunt Noni, Aunt Neno, and Aunt Neto (lots of varieties from little nieces and nephews). To some I’m more like “Didn’t you used to be my teacher?” or “Don’t I know you from someplace?” To you, perhaps, I am a Fellow Blogger. Not “fellow” like a male or a guy, but “fellow” like a companion or an adventurer. I would choose to be Grandma Blogger, and have you pull up a chair, my website before you, while I tell you of some days of yore. I have experienced life much differently than most of you. It was and is a good life. I hope to share nuggets of appreciation for those who have gone before me and those who come after me. By necessity you are among those who come after me and I will tell you of those who came before. Once upon a time in a little house on a prairie - oops, change that lest I commit plagiarism - and change that “house on the prairie” to “dugout on the prairie.” So my story begins...
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  1. Adelheid says:

    This is heart breaking. But it’s comforting that he has found relief in Christ.

  2. Salvageable says:

    Thank you for sharing this. J.

  3. Oneta, I don’t know what people do who don’t have Jesus … 😦

  4. In our sorrow we see God. Christ is our relief!

  5. Lisa H says:

    A close friend in Virginia lost her youngest daughter to overdose last year..she was 24. If it wasn’t for Lisa’s (my friend) faith, I don’t think she would have gotten through this chapter in her life.

    • oneta hayes says:

      That would be so hard. Sounds like Lisa kept herself on the foundation of Jesus Christ. I am sure she will have to continue receiving comfort from him. Sounds like a pain that has no end, just comfort along the way. Blessings on you and your friend.

  6. Unfortunately, I have heard too many stories like this lately. May your friend continue to find peace and comfort and may the lost boy’s memory be a blessing.

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