Wednesday, January 14, 2015


After she died, I was amazed,
The sun came up the very next day.
The birds were singing their glorious songs
As if nothing had been going on.

I couldn't imagine that these things would happen,
Because all around, my world was crashing
How could everything just continue on
Didn't they know that she was gone.

The sun came up and the sun went down
The world just kept turning around.
I felt everything was passing me by
Was I alone in wondering why?

And then it happens! A granddaughter's smile,
C'mon Poppy, dance with me a while.
So my feet start moving, down the line
But my heart lags, not wanting to leave that spot in time.

Isn't it known that she is gone?
How can everything just continue on?
Now I seem to be split in time.
Feet moving ahead, heart lagging behind.

I know that one day, through ways that can't be explained,
our Lord will put me together again.
Each day I pray, "help me move along",
Even though she is gone.

Good night my sweet Beth
I love you forever

Thursday, January 1, 2015


Dealing with the Christmas season was much prepared for. For several weeks I read material and discussed with counselors about how to manage the first Christmas without Beth. When it was here, my amazing family and the joy of all the grandchildren, nieces and nephews carried me through all. Christmas is, after all, about the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ and that is bigger than anything. 

New Years caught me off-guard. I have never thought of it as a major event. Just the day when you have to remember to start writing the incremented year on everything, which takes me a month to accomplish.  As I was waiting for the clock to hit midnight, I started thinking about how intimate the holiday was for Beth and I.  We were not ones that would usually party through midnight, not to say we haven't in our younger days. When the clock hit midnight, we would kiss.  She would say "Whatever you are doing at midnight is what you will be doing the rest of the year".  So we made sure we always kissed at midnight. No matter what revelry was around us, we found each other, just her eyes and mine, just her lips and mine.  So last night, for the first time in 44 years, since my first New Years Eve kiss when we were dating, I didn't get that kiss from my beautiful Beth. I sure missed it. We had no quiet conversations about the beginning of the new year and what adventures it might hold for us.

I had not prepared for New Years. It affected me more than I had expected. All worried about Christmas, I ignored New Years. Grief is hard to prepare for anyway, the least thing can set you off.  I have given it all to God, but it sneaks up on you and whacks you hard sometimes. When it hits, I pray for strength to get through. But I sure miss her. Does getting through the grieving process mean that the sound of her laugh, the smell of her hair and the taste of her lips, fade from my mind? I don't want to.

For the past few days, all my daily email devotionals have been about waiting on God.  Be patient, wait on God. That is my plan for the new year. "Be still, and know that I am God".  He knows that there will be times when I will fall apart. I don't have any idea how I can keep all my memories and not come apart, but he does and I will wait on him to show me.

Good night my sweet Beth,
I really missed my New Year's kiss.