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As I approach the 3rd year without my lady, I thank my God for the gift of the 24 years I had with her in marriage and then sti down and let the knife stabbing burn ing pain from hell soak through my…Continue
Started this discussion. Last reply by Dennis C. Feb 23, 2018.
Much like my dear, Nancy made her apparition appear to me last July, this past week she made her presence clear with a strong scent of her favorite perfume, "White Diamonds". I have never smelled as…Continue
Started this discussion. Last reply by rachel_micele May 26, 2017.
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I began writing one of these each day, beginning December 2015 to ease my grief and start each day with some hope and joy. The hope and joy would last for awhile and then I would be back in the throes of deep, dark misery. I recommend these emails that are never sent as excellent therapy. I have written 602 of them in the 2 and a half years since I lost my Nancy. Here is today's letter to Nancy.
Letter to My Nancy …Continue
Posted on October 15, 2017 at 2:42pm
Didn't mean to startle anyone. I didn't realize when I removed the "How long is the barrel" blog it would remove all the posts as well. At any rate, In the eloquently phrased words of Morgan, this is not a perfect world and that's when I realized Nancy would have none of this at all...so, right off the table it went. Now.I will join the "walk" and continue with everyone else here, walking together no matter how much of a bitch it may seem to be. The only other option is probably not the…Continue
Posted on December 29, 2016 at 3:10pm — 3 Comments
I wrote this after watching "Paper Memories". Nothing spectacular, the poem not the film, but after rummaging through some photos of my own, Nancy and I, I could see a sort of parallel.
Oh, But could an old photograph or two bless these, our weary souls that worry still.. and then extinguish all breath which remains to place us at last, together again.
Posted on June 23, 2016 at 11:00am
I wrote a couple of verses describing the rending, pillaging of the soul that is the only thing grief can offer us.
"Here as time runs, endlessly, shore to shore then back again, waves of despair to never end, to never resolve and close upon this terrible span of days.”
"Bleaker shadows keeping vigil in the corners of my room, expressing deeper sorrow, shedding tears of deeper gloom.”
Posted on April 20, 2016 at 9:03am