Saturday, April 14, 2012

I miss you my friend forever

So, I met this elderly lady 4 years ago and I seemed like faith had stepped in and we became instant friends.  She called my her angel and she was one in return to me.  She always had kind things to say to me and never judged me for my mistakes or wrong doings.  She never judged anyone that came across her path.  Her name is Diane and she died January 1, 2012.

Here is a poem that I wrote for her a couple of months before she died.  I wanted her to know how I felt about her.  Just talking about her makes me miss her very much.


You are one in a million, 
Multiplied by two.
You are so dear to me,
It will help me carry through.

Our hearts are connected
By one single little thread.
Just to let you know that you
Are always in my head.

You have been such a bright spark,
In this little life of mine.
You are easy to love,
You really do shine.

So, I will look for you someday,
When I don’t know where to go.
Because I know you will help me,
You have such a loving soul.

I could not ask for a better friend,
Then the one you have become.
Your bright cheery voice on the phone
Is always welcome in my home.

My Dear Sweet Friend Diane,
I am so blessed to have known you
I want you to remember
You are loved by those who know you.
Sleep tight Diane. We will talk in the morning.

If you read this blog, I would love to hear all about that that special one that you lost in your life.  It helps remembering about them easier.  And if it hits you in the right spot it will release some well deserved endorphins.

We all need that release once in a while. It eases the tension that builds up within ones soul.
Thanks, Stacy

1 comment:

  1. There is just no telling -when you start to blog- what will happen. I'm happy to have chosen such a wonderful friend that would go to the effort to share so deeply.
    This marks about two years now since starting your blog. Have you read back on any of it? It's powerful stuff, Stacy! Keep it up, and take each moment for the fine gifts that they are.

    Best,
    Wes

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