Posts tagged ‘missing’

I Miss You

I Miss You

How plans change in the blink of an eye. Forever doesn’t quite mean as much when your forever is taken from you. Memories haunt your dreams and places spark memories. There is nowhere to hide from the pain. The hurt eventually fades but the heartache will linger forever. Life moves on and loves come again but your forever was changed,

and that can never be taken back.

Her Wedding Band

Her Wedding Band

To the ones who suffer from Alzheimer’s and the families that have to deal with a forgotten reality. Living each day for that one moment of clarity is a daily routine for so many unsung heroes. Thier lives captured in the crevices of a mind that is lost and trying to find its way back. All they long for is one simple moment,

One simple I love you

He stands at her bedside, just brushing her hair
As she looks out the window, with a lonely lost stare
He reads her his bible, as she holds his hand
And he prays to his maker, please help me understand

Every day he gets there, before she awakes
And he makes sure her photos, are perfectly straight
At night she is sleeping, before he will leave
As he kisses her lips, and sends God his plea

Lord I hope she’s not lonely, in this world of hers
And I pray she’s as happy, as we both once were
God I know you are with her, and holding her hand
And he cries as he straightens, her gold wedding band

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Hope and Change

Hope and Change

One day you are on top of the world.  Your family was happy, healthy, and living the middle class dream.  Then things that you have no control over turn your world upside down.  You had a little in 401k, a few little investments, and had just bought my dream house.  America seemed to die a little that year and now four years later we are in the ICU on life support.

I miss my America

To sleep under a starry sky

It used to be a dream

Now it’s a nightmare with no end

To listen to the sounds of the night

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The Tears Left Behind

She drinks whiskey for breakfast, and he’s never noticed                                                          He kisses her cheek, as he runs out the door                                                                              He’s gone for a week, and she’s left there crying                                                                           For the man that she loves, and a love that’s gone wrong

She cries for her lover, her friend, and her husband                                                                    She cries for the memories, that have faded in time                                                                   She cries as she sleeps, with no one beside her                                                                               And that no one will notice, the tears left behind

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Fall

Fall

Fall

When your surroundings bring to life the past you get a chill.  Sometimes you cry.  Sometimes you laugh.  However the feelings are real and the reasons for the feelings couldn’t come at a worse time.

The heart remembers 

The leaves fall around me and I cry

Their sharp edges cut my skin

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Waiting

Waiting

Patience is definitely not your best suit.  Why are you waiting for them?  What could you possibly see that would make you think that passing by all other opportunities put in front of you makes sense?  Was it that special?  was it that special for both of you, or just you?  Do they know that you are waiting?  Do they care?  How do you know?  They don’t talk to you.  They don’t acknowledge you.  Maybe you need to take a deeper look at the reasons you are waiting.

No thank you, I’ll wait

The hardest thing you’ve ever had to do is wait

Waiting for the unknown, the maybe, the maybe not

Controlling the anxiousness that will inevitably be there

Understanding the reasons behind what has to be done

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No Regrets

No Regrets

When my father passed away at such a young age I was devastated.  He had several strokes years before and had just worn himself out.  He was ready to go home to be with God.  I found out about him losing his battle here on earth as I disembarked from a cruise that I had taken with my wife.  I got a call in the port that told me his life was coming to an end.  I did not make it home in time to say goodbye.  However every visit before that I would kiss him and tell him that I loved him.  We would talk and we would laugh.  My daddy knew how much I loved him and I knew how much he loved me.

I had written this after the death of my father in 2008.  I was reminded of it when a dear friend lost her grandmother yesterday so I brought it out.  After rereading it I realized that this could actually help others the way that it helped me.  I hope that it does.

There are no regrets here

I do not grieve for the dead and departed

I grieve for the conversations never started

I grieve for the missed hugs and missed kisses

For the family gatherings at Thanksgiving and Christmas

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The Tears Left Behind

Silent tears

The Last Blow

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