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All in Love
You want to know something? I am completely at a loss for an except. Folks, things happen for reasons, I am a firm believer in that. I’ll go with a intuition that saying to me, this is to remain blank.
My late wife meant the world to me, but she forever remains in my heart. I keep her alive, her memory, and celebrate our time together. She was the mother to our children and the backbone of our family. Come and share my delight in this prose I’ve written on time we shared.
A poem of past glimpse's of my late past love, my wife. The conversations’ we’ve had, thing’s we used to say playfully to each other, and the thoughts her still standing by my side despite the tragedy that separated our family.
Part of a dream I had the other night, so sureal it was to me. Woke me up from what I thinks was a sound sleep, because I was startled by it. Pretty crazy times we live in, and adventure to see through my eyes, and then sit here and display it poetically, no better feeling then, accomplishment.
Shannon, that's my wife's name. Just the very thought of her brings butterflies back to my stomach—those teenage butterflies when you're all flushed seeing the girl again, first love? I get that way sometimes just thinking of my wife. I had to let her go physically; spiritually, my wife and I always are connected.
The way we were with each other, the friendship, our marriage that it grew to be. Thank you, my dear wife, for the lasting thoughts that carry my mind to places in my heart of untold purities. I miss you so desperately and I can never forget our love, our marriage, the children, and now, we have grandchildren. I sure hope you approve, even though you're not here. I'm a hot, hot mess without you. Until we meet again Shannon, I love you. May you always rest so peacefully.
My late wife and I were having some trouble and were not embraced at this time of our sorrows. It troubled me so badly, I started losing sleep over it. Upon writing this poem we worked through our troubles as we always have to a degree. I loved her so and miss her even more. Rest in peace Shannon, I love and miss you very very much, until we meet again.
