Posted: Jan 19, 08 7:52pm
My husband died almost 3 years ago and I still find myself occasionally teary eyed over the lose. Grief truly knows no bounds. I was blessed to have a large circle of friends and family to get me through the worst of it. I am religous and don't know how people without a spiritual life move on in thier lives. I was involved in a number of things to help my four children and I memoralize and grieve the lose of thir father and my husband. We were lucky to have a group of friends who got ball fields dedicated and named after him at a new park in our community. Taht was amazing. The holidays are different but okay. I've found ways to keep our traditions but with some surprises each year that take our minds off the fact that he's no longer with us. The poems and stories you've all written are an inspiration. I love to read and found that these sorts of poems were very helpful. My husband was an organ donor and i received quite a few wonderful articles from them. One is called
"To Remember Me"
Give my sight to the man who has never seen a sunrise, a baby's face or the lvoe in the eyes of a woman.
Give my heart to a person whose own heart has caused nothing but endless days of pain.
Give my blood to the teenager who was pulled from the wreckage of his car, so that he might live to see his grandchildren play.
Give my kidneys to one who depends on a machine to exist from week to week.
Take my bones, every muscle, every fiber and nerve in my body and find a way to make a crippled child walk.
If you must bury something let it be my fualts, my weaknesses and all prjudice against my fellow man.
Give my sins to the devil.
Give my soul to God.
If, by chance, you wish to remember me, do it with a kind deed or word to someone who needs you.
If you do all I hae asked, I will live forever.










