Wednesday, November 9, 2016
I only met Barbara a handful of times, but each visit she always had a beautiful smile or a crack of a joke.
I know it's rough. No one is ever prepared for this eventuality. There's always that part missing inside, but know that the hole that you feel deep isn't truly empty. it's overflowing with the memories, the joy and laughter.... the love you all shared. Just waiting to burst through when you need them most. Offer these to yourselves. Allow them to flow. Because this is the legacy left to you.
I offer a poem by poet Edgar A. Guest. I hope it brings comfort.
When I come to the end of the road
And the sun has set for me
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?
Miss me a little–but not too long
And not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that we once shared,
Miss me–but let me go.
For this is a journey that we all must take
And each must go alone.
It's all a part of the Master's plan,
A step on the road to home.
When you are lonely and sick of heart
Go to the friends we know
And bury your sorrows in doing good deeds.
Miss Me–But Let me Go.
With all my love.
