Richard
Yes, I feel sorry too for you. And for all of us.

Once upon a time, in 1974, I met a girl in Malmoe, my hometown.
She was from Iowa and I don't remember her name.
She sent me the following lines, maybe taken from the bible.

May the road rise up to meet you
May the wind be always at your back
May the sun shine warm upon your face
And the rain fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again
May God hold you in the palm of his hand.
2008-09-24

Phyllis J. Rhodes
This is the emptiness of grief for the one left behind

"Like the dew on the mountain,
Like the foam on the river,
Like the bubble on the fountain,
Thou are gone, and forever!"
Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake

This is God's reward for His children

"Fear no more the heat o' the sun
Nore the furious winter's rages;
Thou thy worldly task hast done,
Home art gone and ta'en thy wages.
Shakespeare, Cymbeline, IV, 2

Kathy, your poem reaches inside the readers and rakes at our very hearts. Your grief becomes ours. Every word pulls us inside your mind and heart where we sense the wrenching longing and lonelyness. We want to cry out to God, OH WHY???? WHERE IS THE GOOD IN THIS???? But in the end we have to accept that we may never know why. And we have to trust God will make good from this. Meanwhile grief must do its job. It labors your heart until hope is birthed. And we must remind ourselves above all things that Michael's tasks were done and he has gone Home and received his reward.
2008-09-22

If only indeed Kathy....this brought tears because I miss him too and had a small to meet him last year at a writers meeting, he was close but busy that weekend. Nothing like your loss I know, but at least you have those wonderful memories....your kind of love was so pure, it is the sort that causes so much pain when you are parted from your love again. I am so sorry for your pain. I miss my honey too, I have to admit that 6 years on, sometimes it feels like, he has only just gone, but I know, he is very very close and whispering in my ear, that I must go on, no matter what the fear...Like michael for you, he is always near.

A beautiful write

If only indeed.

Take care of yourself first and foremost,

Hug from

Tai
2008-09-22

The memory of those days is like a precious gem in your inner treasure chest, and nobody will ever take it away from you...
2008-09-22

weirdzarun
This is true poetry. You can't remake this.
2008-09-22

Less Than I Ought
beautiful... simply beautiful
so simply sweet and full of sorrow
2008-09-22

JustBob
A beautiful poem from a beautiful heart.
2008-09-22

Arti
I hope you won't have to "grieve and grieve for all time", Kathy. Time would count as the slowest but surest of healers, and the heart is the first to be wounded and last to heal.
Anniversaries are hard, and I pray you find your peace.

Big hugs,
Arti.
2008-09-22