It was hard losing Darrell's parents within a couple of years of each other a few years back. I lost my mother in 1991 and my father just this last April. My brother has been gone for several years also. Somehow losing all three of them now, the finality of all their deaths is that much more intense. I am ok, and I pray and thank God for my blessings, beginning with a wonderful husband who is my best friend and my staunchest supporter.
Mom and Dad
if wearing on my face the depth of my grief in losing you
is the visible proof of the measure of my love for you
then how may I ever laugh,
or close my eyes and grow a smile at the sweetness of a rose,
or beam with pride over a grandchild’s accomplishments,
or savor ecstasy in my lover’s arms again?
if tears are the tangible affirmation that you mattered to me,
that it matters to me that you are now gone
and never will return
how will I ever find the will to work, to pray,
to fight through every day
and desire victory
if wiping away a single tear
erases my devotion to your memory?
if believing as a parent, that you,
my parent could have wanted anything less
than the best for me is simply not possible
then how can I do ought but try,
and try and try and try
until I have no more life left in me,
to live the life you gave me and taught me how to use
and in that try,
honor your memory as you deserve?
In loving memory of my parents, Doris and Harry Smith, 2012
Kathy Smith Adams