It seems like so long ago, and then it seems like just yesterday.
Tomorrow will be one year. It will begin with a trip to the cemetery by myself. Then mass with family and close friends. After that we will celebrate his life by going to the pizza joint that we use to go to after volleyball. Then we are sending up prayer lanterns to him. We did the same thing the day after he died and on New Years Eve. I guess it is a tradition now! However this time, I am writing a poem on the lantern. Here it is.
We know when our days are numbered
that the numbers always go down,
and we can whisper the numbers softly,
but we still won’t like the sound.
I can accept that you are gone,
and yet I miss you so very much.
I miss your smile, I miss “That Look”,
I miss your loving touch.
I often finished a sentence for you,
and you sometimes finished mine.
We grew so close together
our thoughts were intertwined.
But those numbered days kept counting down,
And the numbers were very loud.
We fought so hard to add on days,
of that, you can be proud.
Unfortunately, like all good things,
our days have come to an end.
So now I whisper, “Dennis, I love you,
as my Husband, and very best friend.”