This is the day we lost our husband, our father, our grandfather to the terrible disease "cancer." We miss him today as much as we missed him that day. He was my best friend. . . . . .
I started this blog as a way to release feelings after the death of my father. Now almost two in a half years later it is a place I come occassionally and still write. I don't miss him any less and some days it almost feels like I miss him more than the day I last held him in my arms and felt the life leave his body.
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I carry your heart with me
I carry your heart with me
i carry your heart with me(i carry it inmy heart)i am never without it(anywherei go you go,my dear; and whatever is doneby only me is your doing,my darling)i fearno fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i wantno world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)and it's you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is youhere is the deepest secret nobody knows(here is the root of the root and the bud of the budand the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which growshigher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars aparti carry your heart(i carry it in my heart) ee cummings
2 comments:
Oh, I am so very sorry! May the promise of Heaven fill you with the HOPE of seeing your dad again!
Thinking of you always...especially now. Love you.
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