You Aren’t Here

I am in your space. The place you dreamed of and planned for, but you aren’t here. Your time here was short for all the hopes you had. I look around and see you everywhere, but yet, you are not here.

I imagine where you would be sitting as you watched TV. I look at the glass the contains my water and see your hand wrapped around it in such a familiar way. But you are not here.

The last time I saw you, I talked to you. Did you hear me? I did my best to love you to the very end. And then your breathing just stopped. Quietly with no announcement that it was over. And just like a faint whisper disappears into the air, you were no longer here.

So, tonight I feel empty and selfish knowing how much this chair I am sitting in is exactly what you dreamed of. I see your artwork hanging on the wall and your treasures displayed proudly for everyone to see. But you are not here.

I am here, but you are not. And I miss you.

The Beatles Said It Best

Facebook was filled with messages saying goodbye to 2018 when all I could think about was how much I look forward to 2019. 2018 was rich with joy, blessings and filled with some great sadness. These are all things that make up life.

So, while so many friends were saying goodbye, I was saying hello.

 

I Want to Believe

I want to believe that you are here
That you see I am missing you
And seeing me go back and read the wonderful things you wrote

I want to believe you are better off
Not in this world but somewhere
Where you are happy and loved and no longer in pain

I want to believe that you hear me
When I whisper to you at night
Remembering all the times we talked until the sun rose

I want to believe I will see you
In another place together again
Laughing, loving and just being — the way that sisters do

Friendship

We had tiny hands
And little feet
And dreams that dwarfed us both

We hugged. We laughed. We held hands.
Walking from dawn to dusk
Friends forever we said

Forever doesn’t last
When you are no longer
Small with tiny hands and little feet

Too many grown-ups
Rush against the end
Of something, somewhere

There is no time to laugh
And giggle
And believe in forever

Not now. Grow up.
Get a job.
Quit acting like a kid.

Post Holiday

Today I am so thankful we did not cook a huge feast at our house yesterday. I am glad our refrigerator is not filled with so much unhealthy food.

It was 37 degrees here when we took our morning walk today. Brrrr! It was brisk!

Time to go scout for a Christmas tree!

Words

The words you speak kiss me with promises
of time filled with love
and moments
precious and fleeting

Your eyes speak a language of understanding
of times behind us
and memories
yet to be made

Your heart urges mine into the same rhythm
of life and living
and anticipation
of what remains

It’s simple with you and me.

Because of where we have been

We understand where we are going

And cherish the road that takes us there