I Do Believe

There is nothing I can do,
to make her come back.
There are no words I can say,
that can replace the words you long to hear.
There are no answer's I can give,
that will satisfy your questions.

There is not another soul
I can introduce you
to that will ever replace her
and there is no love I can offer
that will ever replace the love you shared
I can not promise
your broken heart will ever be complete.

I will not say it could have been worse.
I will not deny it was a tragedy.
I will not lie and tell you she will come back

She never really left
I do promise she hears you when you speak
I will say she loves you no matter the distance
I will not deny she is in a better place
And, I will not lie; she is waiting to greet you someday

She is every you step you take
She is in everything you do
She is the air you breathe
She is every beat of your heart

" She is like the wind. You can not see her...but you will always feel her"

Miss Me, But Let Me Go

When I come to the end of the road,
and the sun has set for me.
I want no rites in a gloom-filled room.
Why cry for a soul set free?

Miss me a little—but not too long,
and not with your head bowed low.
Remember the love that was once shared.
Miss me, but let me go.

For this is a journey we all must take,
and each must go alone.
It’s all a part of the master’s plan,
a step on the road to home.

When you are lonely and sick of heart,
go to the friends we know.
Bear your sorrow in good deeds.
Miss me, but let me go.

Author Unknown

The Widower

For a season there must be pain--
For a little, little space
I shall lose the sight of her face,
Take back the old life again
While She is at rest in her place.

For a season this pain must endure,
For a little, little while
I shall sigh more often than smile
Till time shall work me a cure,
And the pitiful days beguile.

For that season we must be apart,
For a little length of years,
Till my life's last hour nears,
And, above the beat of my heart,
I hear Her voice in my ears.

But I shall not understand--
Being set on some later love,
Shall not know her for whom I strove,
Till she reach me forth her hand,
Saying, "Who but I have the right?"
And out of a troubled night
Shall draw me safe to the land.

Rudyard Kipling

Provided to me by Russell Siebert one week after Gaye passed.

Gone From My Sight

I am standing upon the seashore.
A ship at my side spreads her white
sails to the morning breeze and starts
for the blue ocean.

She is an object of beauty and strength.
I stand and watch her until at length
she hangs like a speck of white cloud
just where the sea and sky come
to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says:
"There, she is gone!"

"Gone where?"
Gone from my sight. That is all.
She is just as large in mast and hull
and spar as she was when she left my side
and she is just as able to bear her
load of living freight to her destined port.
Her diminished size is in me, not in her.

And just at the moment when someone
at my side says: "There, she is gone!"
there are other eyes watching her coming,
and other voices ready to take up the glad
shout:

"Here she comes!"

and that is dying.

by Henry Van Dyke

This Poem was provided to me a week after Gaye passed and really had an impact. I like to think that my Dad and Sister are the ones to exclaim "Here she comes!" It is know their turn to be blessed with Gaye.

Accept the Good!

"Accept the Good" Three simple words. Easy to Say. Easy to Recite. However, is it possible to live with this creed without dwelling on the pain of loss? Gaye was truly my savior and Angel in so many ways. When I first met her, I had no personal direction and was going down a path of self destruction, or at the very least, true self absorption. From the moment I met her at a friend's wedding, Gaye became a moral center and took my hand and guided me back to all things that are good and right with the world. She willed me back to being a good soul. As C.S. Lewis articulated, "The pain now was part of the happiness then......that is part of the deal" With the wound deep and fresh and throbbing to a deafening roar, I want to accept the Good - be thankful and blessed that Gaye came into my life and turned it around - But, God, I miss her so, I cannot see beyond my hurt and anguish. Gaye was a gift from God. Am I being selfish and just thinking about my loss and not how blessed I was for Gaye in my life? My emotions are playing a tug of war where pain, sorrow and grief is the stronger competitor. I am a fighter, but I need to lean on something greater to help me in this crises to simply and blessedly accept the good.

Shine Away

Webster Dictionary defines Translucent as free from disguise and falseness and permitting the passage of light. Gaye Gwinn Sims was my Translucent Beacon. She was a shining star and guiding light that melted away the darkness. Her Physical being is gone, but we must allow her translucent light to continue to shine in our souls. It is easy for darkness to encompass us with Grief and Mourning. Let us shine Gaye's glow on that darkness and remember she is with us in our hearts. I have faith that we will experience her translucent light, spirit and soul again not only on earth but on the other side. Gaye believed it. Who am I to not agree with my translucent Gaye