Little did I know eight years ago this week that an out of town journey for one week, actually was the start of a nightmare that for many moons I could only escape through sleep. The first time apart for a length of time, having no idea that week would turn into a life time. We talked every night that week I had to be away and our bond was so strong I still can't believe by choice you went permanently away. Your physical existence is no longer here, but your love and self sacrifice will always be held dear. The reason behind your leaving this worldly realm is a two edge sword because it's that type of love that was between us while you were still physically around. To remove yourself from existence purely to pave your loved ones way holds a type of love that no words can ever say, but as grateful as we are for your extreme care, your presence was more important and you should have stayed here.
The recording you left for me assured me I'd get through and it has taken years of struggling moons. You were right though, I have come through the long dark tunnel where I had no clue how I'd ever endure the painful, emotional struggle.
Time heals all wounds, I have found to be true, so you must hang on because we will get through. It's not a day at a time fore with such pain, it's a moment at a time, eventually becoming a day. And was then, I knew some how time was beginning to heal my wounds. The depth of the scars don't allow me to go back the same, the pieces of my being needed reinvented to over come the horrendous pain. I am grateful for your love and who you were, but ironically that wonderful nature I loved is what made you capable of self sacrifice that took you from here.
To often we hear of stories where monetary gain can cause an individual to inflict upon another fatal pain, but in my situation my husband took his life, so I could gain what was needed to be covered in this monetary life. It was at the time when the economy hit small business men hard as work declined and finances continued to climb.
Soon it will be eight years ago to the day I came home and my beloved went on his own way. I blamed the Lord for not watching over him because he never gave any signs where anyone would have been aware of what he was planning the week I wouldn't be there. Well thought out, he went on his way to provide for what he could no longer pay. He stayed until just before my return, so we could talk each day I was away and made his exit from his life, just before my home arrival.
Amazingly, I out survived the pain, fore with time the mysteries of willpower found a way. I no longer blame the heavens above because we are given "free-will" to the paths we are provided from above.
Everything is in constant change, so give pain time to transform and heal the emotional trauma endured along the way.
We were given the tools right from our start, even if they're not obvious when overwhelmed in the dark. Dig deep because they are within when in a numbing pain, disconnected from the life once lived due to what abruptly set in.
Will does surface, so the pieces come together and I am so grateful because these years that have transpired have held blessings beyond imagined desires. Bringing this piece of my story to a close I send my heartfelt love into the mystic with gratitude and those who read this.... hang on and know, time really does heal the open wounds, so keep piecing your puzzle because in this life all is really possible.
Lastly, but never least, I send my love to my husband who has been missed, as he lives nearby in the mystic realm.... though remains out of reach.
The recording you left for me assured me I'd get through and it has taken years of struggling moons. You were right though, I have come through the long dark tunnel where I had no clue how I'd ever endure the painful, emotional struggle.
Time heals all wounds, I have found to be true, so you must hang on because we will get through. It's not a day at a time fore with such pain, it's a moment at a time, eventually becoming a day. And was then, I knew some how time was beginning to heal my wounds. The depth of the scars don't allow me to go back the same, the pieces of my being needed reinvented to over come the horrendous pain. I am grateful for your love and who you were, but ironically that wonderful nature I loved is what made you capable of self sacrifice that took you from here.
To often we hear of stories where monetary gain can cause an individual to inflict upon another fatal pain, but in my situation my husband took his life, so I could gain what was needed to be covered in this monetary life. It was at the time when the economy hit small business men hard as work declined and finances continued to climb.
Soon it will be eight years ago to the day I came home and my beloved went on his own way. I blamed the Lord for not watching over him because he never gave any signs where anyone would have been aware of what he was planning the week I wouldn't be there. Well thought out, he went on his way to provide for what he could no longer pay. He stayed until just before my return, so we could talk each day I was away and made his exit from his life, just before my home arrival.
Amazingly, I out survived the pain, fore with time the mysteries of willpower found a way. I no longer blame the heavens above because we are given "free-will" to the paths we are provided from above.
Everything is in constant change, so give pain time to transform and heal the emotional trauma endured along the way.
We were given the tools right from our start, even if they're not obvious when overwhelmed in the dark. Dig deep because they are within when in a numbing pain, disconnected from the life once lived due to what abruptly set in.
Will does surface, so the pieces come together and I am so grateful because these years that have transpired have held blessings beyond imagined desires. Bringing this piece of my story to a close I send my heartfelt love into the mystic with gratitude and those who read this.... hang on and know, time really does heal the open wounds, so keep piecing your puzzle because in this life all is really possible.
Lastly, but never least, I send my love to my husband who has been missed, as he lives nearby in the mystic realm.... though remains out of reach.