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I remember the day we met my love

23 June 2012 – a Saturday, what a blessed day
Just three days earlier it was my birthday
You were my unexpected gift from heaven above

I was driving home in my truck with my very young (at the time) son and we were having quality "Cab time". Not sure what that is?

I was happy once.
I remember how it felt.
You were mine
And I was yours.
Every moment was magical.
Every day was amazing.
I smiled.
I laughed.
And I've never been
So loved.
Now I can't remember
How to smile,
How to feel joy.
I love you.
I miss you.
You were the light
In my darkness.

I'm missing you tonight
In the silence
You were all that was right
With me.

I don't know how to move on
Without you
When evening or dawn
I think of you.

You were the one thing
So true.
You made my heart sing
With loving you.

I remember the day we wed
In the forest.

What can someone do to make a difference as you begin to heal through grief? You probably have plenty of food, volumes of cards and a house full of flowers, but what kind of gift would genuinely touch your heart?

Grief does not take a holiday to allow you time to breath. It does not wait for you to wake in the mornings or watch a calendar for a certain amount of time to lapse so it can go to the next person. It does not ask permission to take up residence in your heart for the rest of your life. Grief strips you down past the bare bones of who you thought you were.