The tide recedes but leaves behind
Bright seashells in the sand
The sun goes down, but gentle warmth
Still lingers on the land
The music stops, and yet it echoes
On in sweet refrains
For every joy that passes
Something beautiful remains
Nine years ago today, my remarkable husband died. But something beautiful remains.
A few days ago, my best friend's husband died. But something beautiful remains.
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I'm so sorry to hear about that, but the poem and your words tell me that in some way, it's ok now. Hugs to you driftwood.
Thank you, Forget me not. Yes - you too - know that as the raw grief gets folded away (into our little pockets of privacy) the wonderful memories of that person can begin to emerge, and then 'something beautiful remains'.
It can be said that the greater the loss means the greater the blessing to have known such a person.
I'm very sorry for the loss of your husband, driftwood. Your friend is blessed to have someone like you to talk to as she goes through this herself now, or just to sit with, in silence.
Thanks, Gabrielle. By the way, I keep popping across to your blog but your topics leave me with so much I want to get involved with or comment on, that I find myself planning to call back, given more thought and time...
I'll have to tell myself - get on with it girl!
Fifteen years this June 30th for me my friend... my first husband, Gerald Alan Kelly, was twenty-eight when he suddenly went home to be with the Lord. I look into the eyes of my almost sixteen-year-old son and see a reflection of Gerry. Beautiful...
What a lovely encouragement you are for others. God's grace and mercy never ends...
Hello there, Susan. It saddens me to hear of such a loss ... but, for you, 'something beautiful' most certainly remains.
God bless you. ((Hugs))
We love to hear from you, driftwood, but I don't mind you just sitting in silence either. Quite often we chat about anything and everything, barely touching the content of the post, so don't be shy!
Catch up with you later ;-)
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