This is for my dear husband who died July 6 2012. We were together over 40 years ! He was my everything!
Thoughts of yesterdays fill my mind with bittersweetness as I remember the life we once shared.
At night as I lay alone in our bed,memories of you surround me. I miss the warmth of your body laying next to mine. I miss your touch and essence of life.
Reminders of you are every where and I find comfort in everything that you loved so much!
As I look toward the heavens ,I see soft white clouds laying in the blue sky and I wonder if you are watching me as I try to make my way through life with out you.
Some times when I am at the store , i'll call the house. The answering machine comes on and I hear your voice telling some one to leave a message.
It brings such warmth and happiness to my heart. Then I tell you how much I love you and miss you my darling.
Yes, bittersweet memories still remain and fill my soul with the love and devotion that was such a wonderful part of our lives.
I remember you, as I long to be with you once again!
MEMORIES...BITTER, BUT SWEET. LIKE MEDICINE...FOR THE HEART, MIND AND SOUL. THANKS FOR SHARING, MY FRIEND AND MAY GOD CONTINUE TO BLESS AND STRENGTHEN YOU AS YOU JOURNEY ON..NEVER ALONE. LOVE AND AN ABUNDANCE OF OVERFLOWING FAITH. JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS
Mary Grace, the thoughts of your sweet husband are written with the emotion of the bereaved and the fullness of your tender heart. You will be together again one day and what a heavenly reunion that will be!
Oh Mary, I can empathise with you. The sting of death hurts like no-other. Even Jesus wept at a loss.
Your faith is strong, yet you may feel more tired than usual.
Yet, you had a love that few ever find! And what a gift that is to hold tight.
Memories in the things he loved so much, that can be so bitter sweet.
The price of love is expensive, but worth every emotional dime. This is where you'll feel the loving comforter, it really is!
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I'm so sorry for your loss. Forty years is a long time to share your life with another. But he's in your heart always. Beautiful write. Take care
Mary
Joy L. Hale
Anna
You are an inspirational light to so many others.
Peace, love and blessings,
John Michael
Your faith is strong, yet you may feel more tired than usual.
Yet, you had a love that few ever find! And what a gift that is to hold tight.
Memories in the things he loved so much, that can be so bitter sweet.
The price of love is expensive, but worth every emotional dime. This is where you'll feel the loving comforter, it really is!