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With the 23rd anniversary of my husband’s death coming up, I wanted...
When duty called, away you went; off to Saudi you were sent...
This poem was written by my hero, my husband, Michael Daniels about a month before he was KIA in Operation...
This love never dies It continues to grow Even though you are not here It is watered By smiles, “I love you’s” and gentle hugs and kisses Long gone It...
Left Behind in disbelief and in a state of confusion. This couldn't...
And if I go While you’re still here… Know that I live on Vibrating to a different measure Behind a...
If I be the first of us to die, Let grief not blacken long your sky. Be bold yet modest in your grieving. There is a change but not a leaving. For just as death is part of life, The dead live on forever in the living. And all the...
Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding....
My Laugh I lost my laugh when I lost you I was always serious, you taught me to see the playful side of things. Together our laugh was contagious, everyone...
Your grief for what you’ve lost holds a mirror up to where you’re bravely working. Expecting the worst, you look and instead, here’s the joyful face you’ve been wanting to see. Your hand opens and closes and opens and closes. If it were always a fist or always stretched open,...
And I will light a candle for you. To shatter all the darkness and bless the times we knew. Like...
Once strangers now sharing Common Threads Widowed not by choice but by...
I give you this one thought to keep - I am with...
They that love beyond the world cannot be separated by it. Death...
Death is nothing at all I have only slipped away into the...
Love has gone and left me and the days are all alike; Eat I must, and sleep I will,—and would that night were here! But ah!—to lie awake and hear...
Lend me your hope for awhile, I seem to have mislaid mine....
The truest words of all: I will not forget you. You are...
A shadow of joy flickered; it is me. I told you I wouldn’t leave. My memories, my thoughts are imbedded deep in your heart. I still love you. Do not...
Life is an opportunity, benefit from it. Life is beauty, admire it....
I measure every grief I meet With analytic eyes; I wonder if it weighs like mine, Or has an easier size. I wonder if they bore it long, Or did...