Today my lovely man
would have been sixty.
It was on this day last year that
his birthday gift from the neurologist
foretold his future in the starkest terms.
In an ironic twist of fate,
dates of celebrations and aniversaries
would be woven into a poignant tapestry.
Tragic and happy memories
would forever become
folds in the same cloth.
Even the sound of his birth sign
resonates with the cause of his dying.
Cancer would rob him of his life
in a few short months.
The journey would bring to the surface
all his passion for living - all his heroic spirit.
The generousity of his love and friendship
were gifts he left for us to share.
His wonderful, infectious smile,
the memory of his chuckling laughter,
the wisdom and comfort in his big-hearted embrace
are healing memories
that help make the loss of his presense
a little more bearable - almost.
"Twenty years from now you will be more disappointed
by the things that you didn't do than by the ones you did do.
So throw off the bowlines. Sail away from the safe harbour.
Catch the trade winds in your sails.
Explore. Dream. Discover."
Mark Twain
4 comments:
Hi Margaret .... just a couple of clicks to let you know we're thinking of right now.
Take care .......... Alex.
Thinking of you too at this difficult time. Here if you fancy a walk, coffee, what ever. xxx
Mags
Home safely, if a bit blurry eyed? We were thinking of you on your Saturday (although Saturday didn't really happen for us!) I hope you managed to light the chimnea and raise a glass. See you soon, love Helen
We can light those other candles soon.
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