Next Wednesday it will be twenty years since our wedding day
but when Andrew died the clock stopped at sixteen years, six months, six days
and a little under 3 hours.
On Wednesday there will be little to actually “celebrate”
but the memories have already started churning, which is probably why last
night I dreamt of Andrew.
It doesn’t happen very often. To be honest I try NOT to even
think of him too much because it hurts. I fill my days with other distractions,
most notably at the moment the Musketeers.
But I’ve written a poem and this seems as good a place as
any to share it because I’ve never been one for keeping my thoughts and
feelings to myself….
you wandered through
my dreams last night
disturbing my deepest
thoughts
I know I can never
escape you
and although it often
brings some comfort
to imagine you are
always watching
seeing you again
makes me miss you
far too much
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| rings no longer worn - kept forever together in a draw |
*wipes tear from eye* Big fat virtual hugs. *sits here wondering what else to say that would made any different to how you're feeling....draws a total blank* They say in Holland 'Sterkte' (stare-eck-ter), which means 'strength/comfort'. I wish you lots of both.
ReplyDeleteAll the love, my friend. All of it. *HUGS*
ReplyDeleteWe are here for you, Miss Sarah, always. xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteThinking of you Sarah xxx
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