There is a certain quiet joy in loving someone whose life on earth has passed. It's a private delight that brings happiness in ways that could not be measured but in heartbeats. Broken hearts beat, too.
I lost my husband in January 2015. He was my stars. He was my everything. I write memories to help me deal with grief--a grief I was not prepared to face. I never would have been ready to say "Goodbye" but I also never would have gauged the depth of grief to be so deep. I hope my poems can help others realize they are not alone in the loss of a beloved family member.
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