Lonely Footsteps
John
Feeling Whole Again
| Lonely Footsteps |
Lonely footsteps, silent ones, to and from the hall Footsteps we walked together to and from our destination, morning, noon and night. We so belonged together, God's plan for us. We both knew sorrow, and were the strong comfort we needed, sent by God as a gift to each other. John, I miss you so much, Often I feel empty without you You are no longer at my table next to me, at activities with me, on the ambulette, by my side, across from me, talking on the phone with me, walking behind me, in front of me, or beside me… |
| John |
Last night you lost your battle with illness. You lived nine decades plus three and gave of yourself to everyone who needed and reached out to you. You had silver white hair, that reflected blue especially when you wore a blue shirt, your favorite color and mine. If you went to an Italian restaurant and could get chocolate mousse cake, you were a very happy man. That beautiful smile would light up a room as though ith bright neons. You joined in both indoor and outdoor activities until you no longer could. You slept most of the time, and we didn't want to disturb you… There you sat sleeping like an angel. You and I took turns walking each other to our rooms, sharing conversations, in person and on the phone. You loved to grocery shop, going out to luncheons with friends and with family outside and at home. When I fell and was hospitalized and later, rehabilitation, you phoned me and visited me, brought me pink carnations, my favorite flower. At the manor we would sit next to each other at the dining room table and talk to each other. We were fast friends for almost six years. I am in shock that you are gone, finding out that the inevitable became reality. But your shining light and presence in my memory will live on… |
| Feeling Whole Again |
You now feel whole again as you should, Your destiny on the horizon. Don't forget we all love you, as you always shared your love. I still walk where we walked, Follow your footsteps… You gave so much to us, your life and experience. If we needed your help, you were there. Your memory still lives on, and we won't forget you, and what you did for us, and with us. The other day your photo fell off my bookcase. Someone told me that was your way of saying goodbye… I am sorry that I didn't attend your memorial service, but they wouldn't let me. They thought that I should remember you, as I knew you. I can't cry, just pray and write about you. |
Poetry Copyright Sept. 21, 2010
by Deanne F. Purcell
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