“For every person who has ever lived, there will come, at last, a spring he will never see…… Glory then in the springs that are yours…..Pam Brown
As I sit here thinking about the him that I knew
I wonder if life was kind to him
Did he get to see all the things he wanted to see?
Did he get to laugh a lot – did he cry a little?
I remember the desire in him to do more,
To be more, to grab hold of more life and I
Wonder if his spirit soared to new heights
Did he remember me as he promised he would?
Funny how I can’t remember the last time
I saw him but I do remember the hole he left
In my heart. That hole I stuffed with dreams
And agonizing hope that never materialized
I wonder how it was for him
Did his life flash before him in an instant?
Did he know it was his last day?
Was he able to say his proper goodbyes
Before he slipped away?
Did he take inventory and put things in
Proper order – just the right perspective. Was
She there to hold his hand and kiss him
One last time this side of eternity?
Does he now wait for her there?
I wonder………..
I’ve got all these questions and no answers……
Some would say “what difference does it make? –
He’s gone
I’d say – I need to compartmentalize my sadness
And store it away for just the right time to mourn…..
I need to celebrate the man that once was my
Everything just one more time
I’d say, my heart needs to know
