Coming here wasn’t easy, but when the sun rose

 I remembered your smile, and

that's when

I knew that you were finally free.

Sometimes being free is being free to be from this world,

but this doesn’t mean that I won’t miss you.

Sometimes being free is leaving the one’s you love most.

The countless smiles, the years of laughter,

the tears of joy, and yes the love, all of these things I will

surely miss.

Sometimes being free is receiving a comfort that will

be everlasting because now when I look at your pain

endured here

then I understand that your comfort here was not what it truly

was, and to be truly free one must leave here and enter into a

new place where peace can be truly found with

comfort everlasting

and free.

No more pain, no more suffering, an all new,

brand new you

that awaited you

as you entered into this new place.

The all new,

brand new you

that’s not missing nothing here.

The all brand new you,

without pain.

The memories of the smile you left here,

I know it’s still there,

but the only thing different now

is that

this smile is all brand new

for the all brand new you.

For better or for worse,

in sickness and good health,

till death do us part,

I will truly miss you,

but sometimes being free is

going ahead of the one’s you love most.

by Rosalyn Walker

All Rights Reserved, 2002

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