Memories of you are etched in my heart, like wrinkles on an elderly, smiling face,

they will never disappear. They only grow deeper... Why is that?

Random thoughts of you drift through my days like fluffy clouds on a blue sky day; I lift my face to the sky and dream... of your touch, your warmth...you...

I ponder the reasons, the meaning of this loss...no answers surface...I grow cold and yearn for the warmth of you beside me, above me, breathing the way you do and sharing all of you....

Is it true that my arms are not meant to hold you?

Is it true that my lips are not meant to brush yours?

Is it true that my eyes are not meant to gaze into yours?

Then Father, give me grace to understand.

Hope to look forward

to what you’ve prepared for me.

I place my heart in your care.

You have much better

If I will just let go….