A First Farewell
This afternoon, we will hold a memorial/celebration of my husband. I hope it will be simple, beautiful, painful, and followed by a certain euphoria.There will be delicious food, tasty wine, and memories. We'll be near the water he loved, and near our former home, where he and I spent our happiest years together. We will be at one of the first places he and I took our new daughter.
His friends, my friends, and our friends will be there. There will be children and the lighting of candles.
The non-denominational minister who performed our wedding just three short years ago will conduct the memorial.
There will be poetry, to console me; there will be music my husband loved. There will be a "guest book" to satisfy those who find comfort in the most superficial trappings.
But the one person who could get me through this is the one who won't be there with me.
This is going to be a very, very long day.
posted by Unknown @ 5:59 AM
6 Comments:
I will be thinking of you and praying for strength. Not sound too cheesy, but he *will* be there with you, Dorcasina. Not in body, but you will feel his spirit in the presence and love of all those who are there to remember, to love, and to support. He will be there, and you will feel that.
Thinking of you today, too.
Thinking of you and wishing you both strength and support.
Dorcasina, I hope the sweet came with the bitter this afternoon, a fitting remembrance of the one you love so well.
I hope your day went peacefully.
I hope it was as beautiful as you expected. Bless you.
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