I Will Love You Forever My Friend...And Will Never Forget

OldSouls
OldSouls Member Posts: 3
edited September 2015 in Grief and Bereavement #1

 

I love  you Josh and miss you so very much.

 

 

 

Our love is an old love baby
It's older than all our years
I have seen in strange young eyes
Familiar tears
We're old souls in a new life baby
They gave us a new life to live and learn
Some time to touch old friends
And still return

Our paths have crossed and parted
This love affair was started long long ago
This love survives the ages
In its story lives are pages
Fill them up
May ours turn slow

Our love is a strong love baby
We give it all and still receive
And so with empty arms we must still believe
All souls last forever
So we need never fear goodbye
A kiss when I must go...
No tears...
In time...
We kiss hello

 

 

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  • OldSouls
    OldSouls Member Posts: 3
    #2
    Time is Precious

    Time is Precious

    It is an odd thing.... a memorial. A time dedicated to remember someone that you love who has passed. Memorials, and for that matter burials, are more for the living then the dead themselves.....

    Time is precious i would always tell him.... we should not waste the time we have. It is ONLY time we have.

    I grieve...and feel profoundly sad. I mourn his life lost...and my life without him. He was such a part of me and i of him, it is hard to explain to others. Most people assumed that he was my husband.

    He did not die alone.... i told him i would be there to his last breath...and i was. No one should ever die alone....

    Who knows... maybe i was his wife in another life.


    I need to remember him.... i need to touch the memories of him.... because forgetting is the true death.

    He enjoyed being a loner.... a loner who loved being alone with me/us.

    He was the master of his own destiny and a slave to books.

    He loved posting....and arguing his POV in forums.

    He LOVED teasing me for doing stupid dumb things.... and damn it, my husband would laugh too!

    He loved holding kittens.... and he loved his Giz. His Giz misses him but will be well loved as one of the herd

    He loved so many things.... and i need to remember... my man of steele 

  • OldSouls
    OldSouls Member Posts: 3
    #3
    OldSouls said:

    Time is Precious

    Time is Precious

    It is an odd thing.... a memorial. A time dedicated to remember someone that you love who has passed. Memorials, and for that matter burials, are more for the living then the dead themselves.....

    Time is precious i would always tell him.... we should not waste the time we have. It is ONLY time we have.

    I grieve...and feel profoundly sad. I mourn his life lost...and my life without him. He was such a part of me and i of him, it is hard to explain to others. Most people assumed that he was my husband.

    He did not die alone.... i told him i would be there to his last breath...and i was. No one should ever die alone....

    Who knows... maybe i was his wife in another life.


    I need to remember him.... i need to touch the memories of him.... because forgetting is the true death.

    He enjoyed being a loner.... a loner who loved being alone with me/us.

    He was the master of his own destiny and a slave to books.

    He loved posting....and arguing his POV in forums.

    He LOVED teasing me for doing stupid dumb things.... and damn it, my husband would laugh too!

    He loved holding kittens.... and he loved his Giz. His Giz misses him but will be well loved as one of the herd

    He loved so many things.... and i need to remember... my man of steele 

    He Loved

    Reese loved food .....and i mean llllooovvveeed it. His love of food played into my quirk ....of loving watching people eat. I felt badly over the years because i did put some serious pounds on the man.... but in the end every one of those pounds worked to his favor.....

    You knew when Reese was enjoying something.... it was a visceral communing with the gods kind of experience.... His eyes would close, a guttural mmmmm would emanate from him...and he would smile.

    One of the things he loved about me was ......gravy and sauce. There was never the need to politely only use a little bit of gravy....saving enough for everyone to have some. It took a while... but he finally understood....he could have as much has his heart desired....because there was always more.

    When i make gravy and sauce....i make gravy and sauce. There is always at least a quart and in some cases... i make it by the gallon.

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