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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.”

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Comment by Morgana (Janet) on October 31, 2013 at 4:38am

I'll be thinking of you today.  Sending lot's of hugs your way.

Comment by my roses on October 30, 2013 at 7:57am

My roses  October 30th   - gorgeous - also the idea of counting down the days, and we their Carers are fighting to keep the days going.  Unfailingly giving all that we can. 

Oh the love that is poured out on this site

as people are wakeful during the night,

Seeing their darling in dreams that delight

We drink in each moment  to counter despair

As we remember the wonders that we used to share

We are living the memories of a love that is rare

Longing to hear that step on the stair

Telling us our beloved is home

Or calling us lovingly on our mobile phone

But reality is that we are alone 

we can only bathe now in what we have known.

Comment by Joyce on October 30, 2013 at 6:46am

Oh Karen, I love this poem.  Thinking of you today and sending lots of hugs!

Comment by Mac on October 30, 2013 at 5:36am

A touching and loving poem. Sending good thoughts your way Karen.

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