Dear Angie,
I sit here with tears rolling down my cheeks. You and your precious Yogi fought the good fight together and together you taught us all so much. Thru your journey we all came to love your precious baby boy and today we grieve with you over his passing. Even tho I firmly believe we will see our babies again one day it is these days between then and now that are so very hard for us. Because of just what you said - it is the way with the angels we love. In time, your tears that fall today will become less as the memories you cherish begin to bring smiles in their place and that spot in your heart where Yogi remains will forever be filled with his presence.
We are here anytime you need to talk, cry, scream, whatever. We DO understand.
My deepest sympathies,
Leslie
World spinning out of grasp,
out of reach, out of sight; you are gone.
My heart, my head, my hands empty
as your spot in my lap.
Sightless eyes searched for you.
Soundless voice whispered your name.
Deaf ears listened for your breath.
In a wild place the pain roared,
burned white, and then waned to an ember.
Shadows of the night closed in.
Now a half-luminous ray breaks through.
Memories quicken, dreams take color,
and I know that love never dies.
Liberated from your temporal shell:
you are not gone.
I see your eyes glittering like faith
in every refraction of sunlight.
I hear your bark echoing like promise
in the baying of the wind.
I sense your presence rippling like energy
in all the sweep of hopeful sky.
I feel your love constant and warming like dawn
in its old comfortable place in my soul.
And I know -- as I always knew --
That I gained much more than I lost.
Anne L. Taylor