It’s Been Three Years… (Poems of Grief)

Dave,

Today I found your grave marker, the first time I’d seen it because the whole process took so very long. I’m so proud you’ve been laid to rest at Arlington National Cemetery.

I have so much to tell you; but I’ve decided to just share some of the poems I’ve written you, spend time with our family, and try and do some “normal” things today (whatever normal is anymore.)

At home, everyone is wearing something you owned; including a Batman sweatshirt, Journey tee, and more. I also have on my taxi socks you got me as a gift after celebrating our New York anniversary.

I desperately long to go to Paris with you, but the silver lining is that we got to go to so many places together; like London and Canada, a few years before you got sick. I’ll treasure those memories always!

It’s bittersweet, but I look forward to visiting your burial site in spring, closer to when we had your Celebration of Life. The cherry trees will be in bloom, and the irises we chose together will be popping up all around our yard. God’s beauty helps with the grief. I think you’d like us visiting on a beautiful day, like it was for your burial.

When I’m blessed, I get to dream of you. I long to hold your hand and have you wrap your big, strong arms around me while kissing the top of my head.

When things go dark, I look for you in sunsets, and I see you there, playing guitar in fiery red clouds.

I’m still leaning on Phil. 4:13; strength through Jesus; and thanking God that I will see you again! I love you; and just like Journey sings, “I’m still yours… faithfully.”

Love, ANG