I Find That the Grief Journey Is Lonely

If Tomorrow Starts Without Me... Many of you know that I lost my beloved daughter 6 yrs ago. A friend of mine (Pookiem) sent me this poem and with her permission, I am posting it..

If tomorrow starts without me,
And I'm not there to see,
If the sun should rise and find your eyes
All filled with tears for me;
I wish so much you wouldn't cry
The way you did today,
While thinking of the many things,
We didn't get to say.

I know how much you love me,
As much as I love you,

And each time that you think of me,
I know you'll miss me too;

But when tomorrow starts without me,

Please try to understand,
That an angel came and called my name,
And took me by the hand,
And said my place was ready,
In heaven far above,
And that I'd have to leave behind
All those I dearly love.

But as I turned to walk away,
A tear fell from my eye,
For all my life, I'd always thought,
I didn't want to die.

I had so much to live for,
So much left yet to do,
It seemed almost impossible,
That I was leaving you.

I thought of all the yesterdays,
The good ones and the bad,
I thought of all that we shared,
And all the fun we had.
If I could relive yesterday,
Just even for a while,
I'd say good-bye and hug you
And maybe see you smile.

But then I fully realized,
That this could never be,
For emptiness and memories,
Would take the place of me.

And when I thought of worldly things
I might miss some tomorrow,
I thought of you, and when I did,
My heart was filled with sorrow.

But when I walked through heaven's gates,
I felt so much at home.
When God looked down and smiled at me,
From His great golden throne,

He said, "This is eternity,
And all I've promised you.
Today your life on earth is past,

But here life starts anew.

I promise no tomorrow,
But today will always last,
And since each day is the same way,
There's no longing for the past. "

So when tomorrow starts without me,
Don't think we're far apart,
For every time you think of me,
I'm right there, in your heart.

David M. Romano

DeviantHeart

That's a very beautiful poem. I lost my own brother just some two years ago and it has been a strange experience for me. We were very close all our lives and after he had gone I found it hard to imagine that he really had. His physical presence was no longer there but I had so many dreams in which we would be together and carry with me still so many memories of the moments when he was alive that I still sometimes feel that he is only up the road as he always was, and not gone forever.
There's something said at the end of the film 'The Mission' which has always remained with me:

"Your priests are dead, and I am left alive. But in truth it is I who am dead, and they who live. For as always, the spirit of the dead will survive in the memory of the living. "

As long as you live, along with anyone else who remembers your daughter too, then she remains just as much alive in you as my brother does in me.

akindheart · 61-69, F

thank you my sweet friend..i miss her everyday..i just wish i felt her like everyone else does..