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(this is the poem that played on the screen during the diamond rio song. I didn't write it, but it was like I had.)



The Last Time

If I knew it would be the last time,

That I'd see you fall asleep,

I would tuck you in more tightly

And pray the Lord your soul to keep.

If I knew that it would be the last time,

That I saw you walk out the door,

I would give you a hug and a kiss

And call you back for one more.

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I think I am beginning to understand why grief feels like suspense. It comes from the frustration of so many impulses that become habitual.  Thought after thought, feeling after feeling, action after action, had H. As their object. Now their target is gone. I keep on through habit fitting an arrow to string; then I remember and have to lay the bow down.    C. S. Lewis



Impulses, habits....these things really get to me these days.   Something breaks at the house, someone tells me some… Continue

It should come with a disclaimer, Warning this may be hazardous to your mental health---happiness or sadness! 

My husband and I would have been married for 19 years in February, but he was killed in a car accident in June 2011.  He was the passenger, did not know the driver...it was just a freak accident.  There was a car show at a small festival thing that he went to with one of…

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I realize that this song is really not about losing the one you love to death but a break up.  But it played this morning on my way to work, and I thought....didn't we?  We were by no means "young" but weren't really that old either.   We were almost to the point in life where all the kids are grown and out of the house (maybe, grown anyway :-) ), maybe grandchildren would be soon, college graduations for 3 more of our children, weddings.....retirement and we would be where we could finally…

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