Monday, October 27, 2014
The Chore
As I wander through our house
I continuously say goodbyes,
because of sleep that I resist
but finally closes my eyes.
I review our things collected,
our life in all its glory.
The love we built and cherished
is every item's story.
The clock announces lateness
with each and every chime.
Sleep will finally come,
no matter how I fight the time.
Our bed does not beckon,
but my body says no more.
So I finally succumb
and set out to this chore.
The pillow right beside me,
that replaced you in our bed,
is not of any comfort.
It's lifeless; cold and dead.
I slowly drift away,
much to my disdain.
Tomorrow's dawn is coming
and it will all begin again.
Good Night my sweet Beth. I miss you so much.
All my love, Pappy
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People say it gets easier but I don't think that is true. I think somehow we get used to her being gone and I just think that is going to take a very long time to get used to. I still pick up the phone to call or text her or wait to see her post a comment. Thank goodness for everyone that she lives through and for God's promise.
ReplyDeleteI love you and if you need to get away, you're welcome at our house anytime you want to make the drive.
I sent a jump drive of pictures for you home with Dad. I'm not sure when they will be down to Bishop but its just the pictures I've posted that you had never seen before.
Thank you Jen. I love you.
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