The Good Times

In the beginning,     we both were lonely…           Searching… Something happened,     that day… Something wonderful… Something I cannot even describe… When I saw you,     that first time,           something within me said:               “This is it!”… If you remember,     you may have had           the same reaction… Over the years,     love grew,           time passed peacefully… Special began…     “Wonderful” can barely describe… Contentment,     respect for each other,           grew too… Our life together     can best be described as,           spontaneous,           wonderful,           fun,           loving,           respectful,           trusting… Our souls reaching out,     taking hold of the other’s… Life was grand… Friends,           colleagues,           wonderful memories… One day,     someone asked me,           to do something               I had never done,                     neither had you... Happiness,     excitement. Until shortly before then,     things had not been           at their best,               between us… But, they had turned around… New hopes,     new dreams,           and some old ones,               had renewed. Just before that weekend,     something happened,     something terrible,     something horrible,     something that took you           away from me           never to return… My life was a shamble… My love would never be returned… Or so I thought… Yet I saw love almost     from the very moment,           of your death… Love that transcended the grave,     love that spelled a sacrifice,           for me… For you loved me,     more than your own life… You wanted to see me     live, grow,           and     become whole again. So now,     I will become,           what you sacrificed yourself for… Whole, living amongst life again… Growing as a person… Becoming the best I can be… Help me when you can… Watch over me… Lead me if necessary… Help me to become,     that man,           you loved for so long… Once again… © Jonathan Wikkins December 15th, 2001 Revised February 5, 2008 All Rights ReservedWritten December 15th, 2001 © on Dec 15 2001 08:21 AM PST, David Michael Shurtleff   spiritual • hope • life • love • personal • pain • sad