A community of peers created by the Soaring Spirits Loss Foundation
Hard to believe it's been 3 long years.
Hard to believe it's been 3 short years.
Time is relative you know. Sometimes it seems like it's been forever since I last heard his voice. And yet other days it seems like it wasn't all that long ago. I know I've come a long way in those 3 years. And yet...I know I have a long way to go yet. Not a day goes by still that I don't think of him. Sometimes with a smile, sometimes with a tear...but always with love.
When tears streak down my face
I can still remember how it felt when you would wipe them away
When I smile
I can still remember how your face would light up when you smiled back at me
When I am frustrated
I can still remember how you would try to fix things
When I am mad
I can still remember how you would try to make sure I had the space I needed
When I am worried
I can still remember how you would hold me and tell me everything is going to be…
At night...in darkness
I hear the wind carry your voice
From that far away place
In which you now reside.
In daylight...in bright sun
I see your face
Etched in the clouds
Near where you now reside.
In the dawn...sun peeking
I feel your breath
Upon my cheek
As I look at where you now reside.
At dusk...daylight fading
I smell the slightest hint
Of your skin
As I dream of where you now reside.
Watercolors of memories wash my mind
Mixed with the dark, somber colors of pain and loss
Creating a palate of pleasure and pain
All intertwined in wispy tendrils
That I reach out to grab in my hands
Only to find my hands empty
And so tears run through my heart
Leaving my soul aching
For that which once was but is no more
For it is just a watercolor of memories.
- C Marley