Dearest Michael~
I went to my first "widows/widowers" group tonight...more like "widows" since there was only one man there, and even though I cried thru my story, as soon as I said your name the tears started, I did feel better afterwards...better because we had those three years to live together, love together...so many of the women there lost their husbands to heart attacks or similiar situations and they didn't get a chance to say good-bye...we had that and so much more and I shall always be grateful for that. There was a quilt there in honor of all the patients that Hospice had this past year...each square had a patients name on it and then those who took care of them wrote in what they learned about the patient...and there was yours~Michael P. ~loved his family~built a home...how appropriate because you did...you loved your family and you loved your home...and we love you and we miss you.
Forever love,
Karen
Loving God,
there are times in each life
when there is no one.
No one with whom to share
a word,
a laugh,
a sad remembrance,
a gentle touch,
a fond embrace,
a kiss of love.
Bless each one who suffers
from such loneliness.
Enrich life with a friend
or gentle stranger
who will spend a moment
noticing
and loving.
In those times
your love shines through,
the world is reborn,
and Christ is known.
So be it!
Amen.
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