The End of the Touch

[ladybug1957]

        Tonight is the funeral where I have to say goodbye , goodbye till we meet again. It will be the last time I'll be able to look at your face or touch your hand. Now I must be strong for your Mother & Father. I know though that I will cry. I will miss you. Come visit me in my dreams. Your memory will burn in our minds as time goes by we'll laugh at the crazy things you did or say. Time, time heals they say, and I have found out they were right. When my Mother died I wanted to go with her, I cried for hours , for days, I prayed to God to end this life, it does take time. I still cry for her but not as often. No more negativity, no more  worry, no more sadness or despair, no more pain.
You are with your own wings now. Fly swiftly, fly high, fly free

God Bless You  Scott J. Smith
                               Your friend Pam