Solitude at Sunrise
I am sitting here at sunrise
my home away from home
the Boston Globe “blank”,
in front of me.
thinking about attachments
and losses…
that have filled the recent days…
since Death visited.
thanking God for a friend
who touched so many.
loss so painful…beyond bereaved
shoes unfilled…footsteps not finished
life cut short.
sympathy seeping in to fill the depth
death leaves.
seeking to touch family
it helps me to share your loss
as I share your love.
so very, very sorry
no words…
forever changed
What a beautiful tribute to a person whose life, though cut short, was well-lived. The number of lives he touched is immense, and the depth of your grief is testament to just how large his imprint on the world has been.
Thank you Saralyn…
It’s amazing that the world just keeps moving forward……
Grief is intensely private, and at the same time, totally shared, as the rest of the world proceeds unchecked, know your friend’s family and their friends, are held gently in God’s love, until they too, move quietly back into the river, of our lives.
Thank you Melinda for your comforting words.