Sunday, June 17, 2007

Five Years

It is how it worked out.
We spent some time together
on your last day.
We celebrated Father's Day.

Lots has happened in these last five years.
Your parents have grieved.
We helped the best we could.

I am out in the gardens, as I always am.
Just a wee bit slower.
Your rocking chair is under the Ash tree now.

The Swamp Oak is growing.
I look at it everyday.
I think of you.

Love Is Real Not Fade Away

Five years today.
We are okay.
We miss you.


Sprite said...

Dear One,

I am with you.



Mary said...

Dear Sherry, this is wonderful.

Q said...

My Dear Friend,
Our Grandson brought much joy! It has been a difficult five years for our son. Today he is doing okay. He is sorting through all the pieces and getting rid of his lesser good. His grief has been profound.
We spent time together at Owen's Tree yesterday. Sometimes in life we do have to walk alone and sometimes we get to share. I am so grateful I could share this anniversary with my son.
I felt your love.
Thank you,

Q said...

Dear Mary,
I do tributes and rememberances...
Last year I posted the poem my daughter wrote commemorating Owen's death.
I have a notebook I look at every year that holds the cards and the pieces of paper that came to me from friends and family.
I always do that, make a notebook and remember.

Deb said...

Blessings to you Sherry & your family. Thank you for sharing such a lovely, touching post.

Q said...

Dear Deb,
I have buried many people in my life. Years ago I had a friend who told me we grieve so much because we love so deeply.
How true.
I love to love.
Thanks, Deb.