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Monday, February 02, 2015

Until death would part us

We were two individuals.

Rooted, confident, independent.
We kept approaching, 
approaching and approaching.
It took many ”first sights” 
before love came into the picture,
until eventually that day came 
when we allowed ourselves
the luxury of saying
”I love you”

We loved each other.
There was no doubt.
There was no doubt 
there was a future for us.
Together, we were so strong.
We were so together.
We were not ”I” and ”I” any more.
It would always be ”us” from now on.
Until death would part us.

Together, and between us, 
we created life.
Two beautiful children 
sprang from our love.
They flourished and grew
in age and wisdom.
How we loved them!
We kept them close 
so they could become
rooted, confident, independent.
How we loved them!
The fruits of our love.

We grew too, in age, 
and hopefully in wisdom.
We aged, and planned to 
continue to age 
together

Then the unthinkable day came.
we had to start grieving together.
So totally unthinkable.
Death did not yet part you and I,
but death parted us from 
our love son.
So unthinkable and so unbearable.

In the midst of all the unthinkable,
we were still together
to share that unbearable grief.
Together we managed to bear the unbearable
because we reminded eachother that he was loved.
Oh, so loved!

Our remaining love daughter,
with her own sibling grief, 
became our rock and support.

Two grandsons joined us.
Even before they arrived
they were the apple of our eyes.
How we loved them, 
our prides and joys.

Much too soon,
the next unthinkable day came.
I had to say goodbye to you,
the love of my life 
when death came barging in and said,
your contract is fulfilled,
I have to part you.
Again it was unthinkable and unbearable.
We had planned to grow old together!
But there is no arguing with death.

That afternoon 
you drew your last breath,
and then you were on the other side,
where I could not follow.
We, who for 34 years 
had been together through thick and thin,
were no longer together.

I am left here - alone.
Our love daughter 
with her own daddy grief,
is still my rock and support.
Oh, how we loved you,
and how I continue to love you!
Our grandsons are still my pride and joy.
How I love them!

But a large part of this grief is only mine.
You will forever remain 
in this torn apart heart of mine.

You, the love of my life.

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