Written while in creative writing class back in high school but I feel it is an important piece to share.
Mourning
Confiding in the Lord,
Tears racing down my face,
Hoping, praying and ever so slightly believing this was not reality.
Seeing the casket opened, a shriveled body of one who I once held so dear.
Realizing I was too afraid to say goodbye before all was gone.
Never able to hear his rough voice ever again.
Clutching the stuffed bear he had given me as a child.
Returning it to him so apart of me will be with him forever.
Memories drift between heaving breaths of sorrow.
Stories of the “good old days” and his love for Adele.
Their love was classic as if from a 1950’s romance novel.
So timeless I can only hope to find someone who works so well as they did.
Missing the cards written so delicately and detailed that I would receive every holiday.
Each card was made personally each year new pictures and notes.
Family held close so, but my lapse of faith would isolate me from the others.
Standing side by side, my family and I would have the duty to take the casket to its final resting place.
Next to his love Adele, he would rest for eternity.
Sorrowful hymns heard throughout God’s house.
God and his plan for those who have gone from the life of the living to the eternal life was not evident to me at that moment.
Gloom towered of the people as if a large, grey cloud was about to burst with rain, but it would not be rain, it would be the tears shed in the church that day.
Gazing upon the altar of God, the incense burns the back of my throat.
My strength falters throughout the day, knowing that his legacy will be forever with my family and I.
He was our foundation, the noble rock of the family.
Day after day he will be remembered as a loving and dedicated man.
Sending love to him and Adele in the eternal house of God.
Time has since passed to say goodbye but I know that all the laughter, tears and memories will last forever and forever.
“The high point of my life was my marriage to my wife Adele. I asked her to marry me and she said yes. I was walking on air, my dream girl said yes. She was five foot two, ninety pound pixie and I loved her very much.”
Taken from his autobiography written several years before his death
