Banex,
One of the facts of life is that death, for each of us, is inevitable. Unfortunately, so is the sorrow and grief that goes along with it. My heart goes out to you in this time of your terrible pain. My daughters have reached their late teens and are starting to go out on their own and I worry for them constantly. I honestly don't know how I would handle one of them dying. The pain of losing loved ones is no stranger to me, either, but through it all, I cling tenaciously to the memory of the good times, and the love shared.
The following is a poem I wrote and read at my father's funeral a few years back. I hope it brings even a small bit of comfort to you. I tend to look at each person's life as a never-ending pathway through time. Somtimes our paths are separated, sometimes they come together. When they are apart, all we can do is remember. But when they are together, ah, then we live:
Siren Sunsets
In our hearts we harbor
Different dreams to find,
Other roads call out to us
To leave this place behind.
Indeed, it is our destiny
To wind our separate ways,
Chasing after siren sunsets,
Lured by their illusive rays.
For the paths we walk were parted
Well before we ever met,
And separate they must again,
As sure as suns will set.
But for a fleeting foot of time
Our pathways were as one,
Allowing us to be together, here,
To share a common sun.
Soon it will be time, my friend,
To say our last goodbyes,
Our tempered smiles will be betrayed
By teardrops in our eyes.
But the friendship we have forged
Will fill my heart my whole life through,
Though we savor different sunsets,
I will often think of you.
Walt Barrow, © October 1988
buhdman, out
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Walt (buhdman) Barrow
(formerly lt-buhd-lite)
The Buccaneers - "Return with Honor"
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