When someone puts words to an experience, it seems to help others. From the writings of C.S Lewis and the struggles of faith he encountered when the  love of his life died after four short years of marriage to other bloggers that have come face to face with the bottomless pit of Grief and Mourning

- words of experience seem to comfort me.-

When reading these experiences,

I am reminded of what is most difficult to deal with right now

- the loss of memory-

I am not referring to my memory of

Gaye which happens to be emblazoned into

my heart, soul and mind.

What I am referring to is the loss of Gaye's memory.

The collection of memories that existed only in her mind;

Things only she knew;

Things only we shared;

 Places we went;

Things that we laughed about;

Words Gaye and I said to each other;

Promises we made to each other;
The Colors she brought to my life; 

Things that a made our love tangible and whole.

The secrets that we two only knew;

There is something about sharing secrets.

 As with any couple, It made our relationship so special and unique. 

The ability to share something that no one else knows about,

 to me is an aspect of LOVE.

God knows how much I miss Gaye's memory,

Now it is only me that knows all those "Things". 

Who really likes to keep a secret all to themselves.....

Gaye sharing a secret with Deacon