Dear, Dean Blixt ….Death came for you…six years ago, this day…and while trusting your outcome… it’s still tough to let go. Grief grabs hold…like lingering cold. It’s all around, always…just doing as it’s told.
There was not one thing left to indicate you were leaving for good…or for God, for that matter. Your Spiderman coffee cup was still in the sink. Project parts for the dishwasher were left unfinished, still in the Lowes bag on the counter that you had purchased the day before. Everything in place, yet you still left your occupied space. Your toothbrush, your razor, your favorite shampoo, your hats and your shoes, all waiting for you.
The dogs left unfed… within hours, you’d be dead.
Life Unfinished… it’s what we all dread.
Frozen in time, sweet love of mine.
Still, connections in death so real… and divine.
Dusting shelves with pictures…of you… unprepared for life when it hits hard and true. Forced to find space in the heart…and the soul…to make way for the treasure that once made us whole.
Adding Six to the mix of grief and despair. Aware, by default, you vanished… thin air.
Like fact….or …is it fiction,
I question the story…..
are pictures of you still real…
or my imagination…
Just God’s glory.
I hold on to your memory,
by default…. I do.
Still caged in my heart..
like a bird who once flew.
You move through my mind,
you’re the one that I knew.
Gentle and kind…it’s always been you.
No longer among us
I’m fully aware.
Yet, sometimes I see you,
as if you’ve always been there.
I pray the lamp at my feet will light the way… for every path now comes with uneven lay.
I’m not quite sure
how to run with this torch…
an eternal flame…
like an Olympic game.
It’s a marathon now…
with only Grief to claim.
l must take second place…to finish the race. For this life’s not my own…but a journey…to Grace.
Grief now lives, where you once stood
like an unexpected roommate
in my own neighborhood.
You live in my heart…
safe shelter from wind.
With all of my might…
unable to rescind.
The stress… no less…of death to a Soul….leaves a one-of-a-kind… broken…
irreparable hole. It can never be fixed, replaced, or full…by default, it’s a constant tug of war… pull.
Each day as we struggle…hoping to survive…death comes dancing…only while we’re alive.
By default this day will have its own way. For you…and for me… without even a say.
Objective perspective…
Life ponders Death.
Until it is our own, very last breath.
Spirit overwhelmed… still at year Six.
Where Grief is realized…
there’s surely no fix.
Another year learning,
surrendering too.
Future rearranged…
Heavens remix on que.
Look back…Let go..
Move forward…Forget.
Where Grief keeps time…
There is no option we get.
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P.S. Happy Birthday Giovanny!
You’re Fine Nine ~ On the day that you were born the Angels took charge~