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He would sit by my side
Keeping me company
My heart is heavy now…
He’s gone
How do I know he loved me?
His purring voice
His kneading paws
He was my two toned friend
Walking away, a single look back
Goodbye, I’ll see you later…
(for my cat)
Time ticks by
Your journey has ended
The world has whirled on in space
And left you behind.
An abrupt ending
Hopefully peacefully
You won’t see my tears
My pain, my loss
I won’t hear your voice again.
Lost in the wilderness
Grief tunnels in
Tugs at my heart
Rending and tearing.
How can I say goodbye
When it’s too late?
The world is mixed up today. Something happened and I think it’s too personal and painful to recount here, so I’m not mentioning names, but I am writing to sort my thoughts out a little.
I have so many regrets, things I didn’t do, words I didn’t speak. Silence I didn’t break. Not because I was being mean, but because I lost track of time, I forgot to remember to keep in touch. And now I can’t speak, I can’t phone. Your voice has gone. Lost. Not forgotten, but hard to remember.
Years go by, we were not close, but we understood each other. Now there is nothing. I have consolation, hubby, family and friends, but I’m so sad. Goodbye. That’s all I can think.
Farewell to a friend I never met. A woman a little older, and a lot wiser than me. Someone I admired and thought of often. I knew that she was going, but I didn’t want to believe it.
Waking up this morning and hearing on an email that she passed away has made me feel very sad. Wishing that she had been given a bit more time. But this is real life. People die and leave big or small holes in your life. I’d followed her blog for two or three years and always enjoyed it. I probably read most of her posts and enjoyed joining in her Thursday writing prompts. I particularly loved reading what her small dog felt about what was happening.
She bought interest into my life and we chatted in the comments on her blog occasionally. I’m sure there was a lot more about her that I didn’t know, and this is meant to be a small tribute to her. To say Farewell and to offer condolences.
I am want to say thank you to her partner Stuart for letting us know it has happened. Not knowing and just finding someone has disappeared is awful. I hope it is OK to have written this.
Rest in Peace Sue Vincent. 29.3.21
I might buy a flower, to remember her,
I might buy some perfume, or a scarf.
I can’t give them her.
So long ago, years ago, I lost her,
Each year when mothers day comes
I stare at parties of young or old women,
Children with their mums,
And wish she was here.
It’s not mothers day for me.
Mallaband-Brown