Both my sisters where here for a couple of days and then they went to Lawrence for a few days. Donna will be back for a week with me. I have so many things I want to do. Things I normally don't do. I want to go to the Botanical garden, a few garden places to look, and just relax. Of course get some projects in. Todd left this poem on my phone saying this is for Mollie. I just couldn't believe he wrote this. I feel good that he is expressing his grief. First Mollie went to COlorado for National competition in choir. Oh my gosh they took it all. Gold, trophies, placks, great complements from the judges. I don't think they could have won more. They took best over all, on and on. I am so proud of them.
Why We Cry
In every life there is a time,
I'm excvited to tell you mine.
Here we shed a tear and start to cry,
It happpens to everyone don't be shy.
When someone we love goes away,
We loved them so much we have to pay.
They work all hours to give us life,
He loved no one more then his wife.
The toughest nan I've ever knew,
Men like him are very few.
His laugh, his whistle lightened my day,
My favorite memory in the hamock we lay.
When my super hero started to die,
This is when I began to cry.
The cry hasn't stopped for about nine months,
This is because I loved him so much.
I know he watches everyday,
So I go on and continue to play.
The day he died still haunts my dreams,
When he took his last breath I started to scream.
The pain over time has started to numb,
If youi think it stops you sure are dumb.
You would have been lucky to shake his hand,
Not everyone was so blessed to meet this man.
Wipe your tear and stand up taller,
Because we know this was our father.
Brandon Hope
I have listened to it on my phone so many times. It has been healing for me also. Mollie was so sad that Mike had not gotten to see her perform in choir. Really we all just want to be tucked in one more time.
I worked this am and then mowed and worked starting at 4. It was a gorgeous day, I rode the riding mower, that was so hard. I have such burned in my brain of Mike on it. He just loved to mow. I miss him.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
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