and all the memories of you are back, hitting me out of the blue so hard that they take my breath away, leave me reeling and at the same time filling me with bitter sadness and gratitude.
The images of our last hours and moments together are so present, as if it happened only yesterday, that I saw you for the last time, heard your voice for the last time, smelled your favorite perfume on your delicate skin for the last time, hugged you for the last time.
Where would we be without love? Our memories fill us to overflowing. Blessed are you for having found that great love and the circle of love that surrounds you still. I cannot put this into words yet I know you understand. Welcome back. It is all about love even in grief. Love. Light. Love.
@PoetryNEmotion You are a smart and empathic woman and even more: You are a precious friend for many years.
Thank you for your touching and true words and yes, I understand what you want to say. Love and hugs to you from all of us. It's good to be back after a long period of involuntary abstinence, where we had to endure many sorrows and sometimes were very close to a precipice that no one wants to see. But we managed to leave that place, also through the love you mentioned here that is so generously distributed to everyone in my family, where it is natural to help each other and be there for each other, no matter what.
@Michael91142 Thank you from my heart for your words. So grateful all of you are healthy and happy once more. Love renews us even in times of sorrow. It colours our lives. It uplifts us. It enriches. Blessings to you, to all of you, in this moment and always.
The memories hit me when I went for a walk with my wife. We passed an herb garden and that combination of scents reminded me of Maryanne. We had such an herb garden right outside our kitchen window and she cherished each and every plant, delighted like a little child when they grew new each year and she liked to experiment with the different herbs when she cooked. This usually resulted in very tasty dishes, but sometimes also less tasty. I always tried to pretend that it would still taste good to me, but she saw it on my face and tasted it herself that it just did not taste good and sometimes even terrible. I poked at my plate, she poked at her plate but we didn't say anything at first. Until we looked at each other and she said "I think I overdid it." I then said "Yes, a little." then we fell silent again and finally one of us started laughing and the other had to laugh along.
Remembering those moments hurts, at the same time definitely don't want to miss them.
She was a lovely lady and will forever be cherished and missed.. sorry for your loss.. the more beautiful a memory the more it hurts to know they are gone..
