Here we are at the end of September and it feels like the middle of summer...it is a beautiful day and I'm sorry you are not here to enjoy it with me. Every day on my way home from work the tears start to flow because I know that you will not be here when I get home. I open the door and still say "honey, I'm home" and the silence is what I hear. I've been spoiled for the past three years...I can count on one hand, other than hospital stays, when you weren't here when I came home from work and oh, how I miss that. I miss climbing in to bed for a nap, if thats where you were...or going out to the swing and catching up on the day, or snuggling on the couch and watching t.v. or all those days we climbed back in the truck and went out to the gut to watch the storms roll in, or pray the rosary or just sit and enjoy the view. I hope I savored all those moments...I think I did, though sometimes now I can't capture them in my mind...if I didn't savor them then, I certainly do now. I would give anything to be with you right now...to feel your arms around me, your hand in mine, the peace I felt when you were by my side...
I miss you...
Forever love,
Karen
O Lord, I am torn up with grief.
I know you are there, but I cannot see past
my sorrow and tears.
Be with me, Lord, and do not take
my unhappiness to heart.
Rather, work within me to guide me through
these dark days
and bring your light to my life,
so that I may see your goodness, even in my mourning
I know you are there, but I cannot see past
my sorrow and tears.
Be with me, Lord, and do not take
my unhappiness to heart.
Rather, work within me to guide me through
these dark days
and bring your light to my life,
so that I may see your goodness, even in my mourning
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