He’s gone! I scream in my head
Your constant words …my heart’s dread
I stare and see …we cannot share
No comforting …this is clear
Thoughts of him … make your day
A love …forever gone away
You talk as though he were here
But do not know he’s far …not …near
He’s gone the way of homeward souls
No more to labor on earth’s scrolls
No more to see ’n feel ’n touch
A soul … loved so much
So when you talk …and you will
My heart aches … must …be still.
Copyright/ Sheila Grimes/ June 27, 2013
You’d think by now, I’d be used to NOT sharing things with Mother, but it’s harder. She talks of Kyle and I just listen. I guess I need to be a better listener, God knows my heart!
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Comments on: "Be Still My Heart" (2)
Yesterday, we had a family BBQ to celebrate Canada Day. One guest’s wife has been sharing how hard it is to live with her Alzheimer husband. Until yesterday, I never saw any evidence he truly had it (she’s over 80, as is he). Well, he asked me the same questions over and over again. After fifteen minutes, I made an excuse to mix with others.
Fifteen minutes and I was numb. I cannot imagine every day, all day long… My hat’s off to you as well as this 80-year-old woman living this difficult life.
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That’s the tip of the iceberg…I feel for that lady. Tks for the comment
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