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Time To Let Go
By: Tracey Criswell Wilson She walked to the hospital bed where her husband now lay, it was a couple of months ago, that their car plunged into the bay. She knew she was losing him, and she had to let him go. What she would do without him, and how she would manage, she didn't know. She kissed his cheek, and she wiped her tears as she walked out the door, she made up her mind that she had to let him go, that he couldn't hang on anymore. The time had come, he went peacefully. The weather had been rainy and gray. She bought him a rose, and as she layed it upon his chest she said, "Why did you have to leave me on Valentines Day?" 1/15/04
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