REVISITING THE CEMETERY IN THE HEART

 

When a friend of ours dies…who in our life has played a part

it is with the deepest sorrow we add thier tombstone to the cemetery in our heart.

 

Why her? Why him? Why now? We asked ourselves as we desperately try to cope

for a while we are thrown off balance…our life is out of focus…we lose our hope.

 

There is no right or wrong way to confront death…despite what the experts say

we’ll struggle through our sorrow…our grief…and all the while we will pray

 

for strength and courage and guidance as we solemnly whisper their name 

knowing the life we knew up to this point…will never be the same.

 

It’s as if death has infected our bodies in an instant…overnight…

and our world…once awash in color…has turned to black and white.

 

At first their memories are fresh…and our sorrow may paralyze…

but then while cloaked in sadness…we begin to realize

 

they would not want us to remain sad forevermore…

and we try to go on living…the way we lived before.

 

Slowly with the help of our family and our friends…the healing process begins

and over time, with their help, the color seeps back in.

 

And we find a place for those we lost in our memories 

next to the memories of others who in our life played a part 

where we can visit them as often as we like…in the cemetery in our heart.

 

It’s a quiet, solemn place that has no complement…no parallel

the final resting place where our memories go to dwell.

 

Where we can walk among them any hour…any minute of any day.

Where the ones we’ve lost forever…are never far away.

 

We never know when our grief will end and when the healing process will start

But we can take some solace knowing their memories 

will always have a quiet place to rest

in the cemetery in our heart.

 
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