SABucksWife
Senior
I thought I would share this with you guys. I know most of you probably wonder why but it is just my release especially the way I feel about tomorrow. The healing process I thought had begun but little did I know it still hurts like hell!!!!!!!
His laugh still echoes in the depths of my brain;
And when I hear it, it causes me pain.
I miss him so much - mere words cannot say,
How this heartache devours me night and day...
But my memories are strong and time heals grief,
So I dream of the future - and quiet relief.
As I browse through my photos with love and pride,
I know that this sorrow will someday subside,
Leaving happy memories in its place -
Memories of him and his smiling face.
A loving farewell, my dear, adieu.
My heart belongs forever and always to you
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His body lies breathless, in quiet sleep.
We remember his life; we cry and weep.
Life doesn't seem fair, and Death even less,
I don't understand it, I must confess.
We barely exist, in sorrow and pain;
We mourn our loss, we seethe and complain...
But what would he want, if he were alive?
Would he want us to wallow, to merely survive?
Or would he want more? Perhaps our courage -
To reject our grief with its cruel bondage!
Let's honor him now and look forward - with hope,
Remembering his life and learning to cope,
With loss as a tool to sculpt our goals -
Not as an anchor that burdens our souls.
Celebrate his life - reminisce with a grin!
Then Death will lose - and he will win!
His laugh still echoes in the depths of my brain;
And when I hear it, it causes me pain.
I miss him so much - mere words cannot say,
How this heartache devours me night and day...
But my memories are strong and time heals grief,
So I dream of the future - and quiet relief.
As I browse through my photos with love and pride,
I know that this sorrow will someday subside,
Leaving happy memories in its place -
Memories of him and his smiling face.
A loving farewell, my dear, adieu.
My heart belongs forever and always to you
an edit sorry
His body lies breathless, in quiet sleep.
We remember his life; we cry and weep.
Life doesn't seem fair, and Death even less,
I don't understand it, I must confess.
We barely exist, in sorrow and pain;
We mourn our loss, we seethe and complain...
But what would he want, if he were alive?
Would he want us to wallow, to merely survive?
Or would he want more? Perhaps our courage -
To reject our grief with its cruel bondage!
Let's honor him now and look forward - with hope,
Remembering his life and learning to cope,
With loss as a tool to sculpt our goals -
Not as an anchor that burdens our souls.
Celebrate his life - reminisce with a grin!
Then Death will lose - and he will win!
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