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| So, they died, and no one said good bye. They went into those glossy annals of memory. Things I cherish as though they can live again. I hate the frustration of sight without feeling. How am I supposed to not say mom again or call my brother’s name? I cry every day and ignore the pain. We were going to have a Thanksgiving dinner, and everything was prepared but, that will be a meal that will never be shared. To many empty places. Missing two familiar faces. Mom I’ll fix your plate and Barry you were always late. Those are my heartache memories, the ones I try so hard to believe. I went to the funeral home and there they were separated and alone Lying on a table unable to come home I will dress mom and my sisters will dress my brother they rarely talked to one another. Now they are gone only hours apart can’t you see why this is breaking my heart? I can’t pay attention to language, punctuation or dictation right now. This is my new reality please, help me through this right now. No Merry Christmas. Lord give me a new heart because this one is broken. |
| So terribly sorry for your loss. |
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