Following my heart, Daring to dream, Living without regrets
Its all so fresh- your words, your voice
Wasn’t it only yesterday –
You spoke of your haircut,
Of your phone, of how you didn’t like either?
Wasn’t it only yesterday –
You spoke of your fear
Of the pain
That you wouldn’t make it through?
Yet we went ahead
Why?
Was it I who asked you to
Or was it you?
Was it the Doctors who coaxed you
or was it me?
It’s all so blurred now
I’m confused-
They’re not telling
And you’re not here
To ask
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At this moment I am unable to articulate and post an appropriate comment. I know the feeling you expressed in the poem, one of anguish and confusion atf the departure of a loved one. I can only echo the words of Saul Bellow that you have posted. Maybe you can find solace in the words of Robert Frost ‘In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on’.
Thank you Jo for your warm words. Its been tough. Just praying for strength. I know dad would want me to be strong for my girls.
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