Cheeku
Two years have passed since you went on your solitary journey. These two years have no way diminished the sense of loss and the yearning to hear your voice, your laughter, to feel your bear hug, to know you are well and happy. Friends sometimes tell me, time heals, that as time goes by I will learn to live with the grief and the loss. I can tell you, they are not right. With each passing day, the pain sinks deeper within. It remains undiminished, only more hidden from the eyes of most-except the very few who understand…There has never been a moment in the last two years when I have not wished for a miracle, when I have not hoped that next ring on the phone would be from you…In whatever I do, you are always a part of it…somehow, I know that you have gone on a journey and everyone comes back from these journeys sooner or later, don’t they?
Recently a very dear friend sent me this poem…and I know what it means…becuase for me too, this is one big reality of my life:
I sit and hold your picture
As you looked so long ago.
I wonder, how would you look
Were you here with me today.
God had you in His plans that day
You were lifted from my arms.
But still, as days go passing by,
My eyes keep searching, everywhere.
My heart is still as broken
As it was that other day, and,
Though the years have passd and gone
I’ll love you, each and every day.
And if God gave me one wish
I wouldn’t think, not for a second.
I’d ask to see your face, my son,
For just a single, fleeting minute.
You’re locked up deep within my soul,
And etched into my heart.
And when the time is right, my son,
I’ll once more fold you into my arms……….
Someday……….
How I wish you were here with me today….
Dad