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Your Presence Makes All The Difference

Comfort of presence would be nice,
Instead of all the confusing advice.
You are here and that’s what matters to me,
Your presence makes all the difference.


I wish there was something you could say,
That would make a difference for me today.
But there are no words to speak away…
The pain within my heart.


It’s not the words that you might say,
That really matters to me today.
But just to know that you are here,
Your presence makes all the difference.


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The Sun will Rise on a New Tomorrow

                                       Thoughts from a gentler time
                                          easing through my mind.
                                       sounds from a distant place
                                           memories left behind.


When death brings separation from a loved one, the day becomes as night. The very air of life disappears, it seems, and you are disconnected for a time from all that you know and love. Someone you care deeply about is gone from your presence.

For the moment, life stands still. There is no sense of tomorrow or the day after, only a present sense of pain. It appears to you that life cannot go on without them.

Each experience of loss varies, but the pain of separation is common in all. The time that passes before this pain subsides and allows the possibility of a tomorrow can be very different for each one. The initial experience seems like forever, but is temporary.

The sun will rise on a new tomorrow and life will go on. Life as you know it will have changed, but life does go on and your grief adapts to that life. The memories left behind will become a soothing balm as each day passes and thoughts of a gentler time will begin to ease through your mind as you smile and remember.


The Smiles of Yesterday

In the shadow of a memory,
There is shade enough to rest.
Remembering how it used to be,
Neath the smiles of yesterday.

Memories are the warm fires of a snowy evening, causing us to smile and taking us back to a time and a place in the summers of yesterday. We smile, through the tears, as we remember.

If there is a memory bear near your side, I promise you will hug it with the love you feel for your loved one, as you remember.

Echoes of Silence


Echoes of the silence

Ringing in my ears.

Voices of another time,

Sounds of yester year.


Memories of long ago,

Portraits from the day.

Hearts were once together,

Now gone separate ways.


Reflections of yesterday,

Flashing in my mind.

Simpler times, youthful times,

Left so far behind.


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Etchings of Our Memories

I miss those days of yesterday,

Those bygone days that used to be.

The friends I knew so long ago,

And precious days of you and me.

Memories are made of living one day at a time the best you can and sharing the journey along the way. From a baby on, we take mental photographs of all we see as life unfolds its various stages and acts. We store these photos in the miracle we call our brain. There, they remain, for us to see.

At various milestones along the way,

We recall these photos of yesterday.

Always there for us to see,

These etchings of our memories.