Lots of happy memories of past Valentine's Days. Wish you were here to celebrate with me this year!!
Even though you're no longer here
You are not loved any less.
There's provision in our hearts
For storing tenderness.
Miss you & love you always!!!
You were so proud to have served as a medic in the army.
PERHAPS LOVE (by John Denver)
Perhaps love is like a resting place, a shelter from the storm
It exists to give you comfort, it is there to keep you warm
And in those times of trouble when you are most alone
The memory of love will bring you home.
Perhaps love is like a window, perhaps an open door
It invites you to come closer, it wants to show you more
And even if you lose yourself and don't know what to do
The memory of love will see you through.
Love to some is like a cloud, to some as strong as steel
For some a way of living, for some a way to feel
And some say love is holding on and some say letting go
And some say love is everything, and some say they don't know.
Perhaps love is like the ocean, full of conflict, full of pain
Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains
If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you.
Some say love is holding on and some say letting go
Some say love is everything and some say they don't know.
Perhaps love is like the mountains, full of conflict, full of change Like a fire when it's cold outside, thunder when it rains
If I should live forever, and all my dreams come true
My memories of love will be of you.
May 2, 2009, a special day for you both: your birthday and Erin's First Holy Communion.
Read by Gregory Peck at Frank Sinatra's funeral, 1998
"To Those I Love" by Isla Paschal Richardson.
If I should ever leave you,
Whom I love
To go along the silent way. . .
Grieve not.
Nor speak of me with tears.
But laugh and talk of me
As if I were beside you there.
(I'd come. . .I'd come,
Could I but find a way!
But would not tears and
And grief be barriers?)
And when you hear a song
Or see a bird I loved,
Please do not let the thought of me
Be sad. . .for I am loving you
Just as I always have. . .
You were so good to me!
There are so many things
I wanted still to do. . .
So many things I wanted to say
to you. . . Remember that
I did not fear. . . It was
Just leaving you
That was so hard to face.
We cannot see beyond. . .
But this I know:
I loved you so. . .
'twas heaven here with you
On this Father's Day, I can't help but remembering Joe and his music. There were special songs that Joe related to and held dear to his heart. For Marilyn, it was For Baby (aka For Bobbie, For Baby), by John Denver. The words were so touching and said just how Joe felt about his "baby".
http://listen.grooveshark.com/song/For_Baby_For_Bobbie/10711785
or
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tMuQqtjNA8Q
Another John Denver song, Country Roads, had a special meaning to Joe and Kelly and Erin. They loved to sing it together and always had to dance, too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DC8nDdPM_Qk
Splendour in the Grass by William Wordsworth (1770-1850)
What though the radiance
which was once so bright
Be now for ever taken from my sight,
Though nothing can bring back the hour
Of splendour in the grass,
of glory in the flower;
We will grieve not, rather find
Strength in what remains behind;
In the primal sympathy
Which having been must ever be;
In the soothing thoughts that spring
Out of human suffering;
In the faith that looks through death,
In years that bring the philosophic mind.
