Honey even though death has taken you from me, you are still in
my heart. There is no
time or distance or any other dimension that can damage or hurt our
Death has stolen from me the ability to put my arms around you
or to look into your eyes but it cannot take my memories of our love
for each other. I can
close my eyes and see your face in front of me and my heartaches. I
want to take your face in my hands and run them through your hair.
I want to hear you call me sweetheart one more time.
The last conversation I had with you, you said you were sorry
because you had made me cry. I
told you then the tears were made of love, and I have shed many more
I love you honey. I
live for the day when I am called to follow you and we can be reunited
forever. When that day
happens we will never be separated again.
Since you left, all I have of you is my memories.
Memories fade with time and I canít let that happen.
I couldnít write all of our memories down because there would
be too many pages and too hard to recall.
I have our pictures, but many of my memories we didnít capture
on film. How can I keep the
memories fresh in my mind as if it were yesterday not thirty or more
I will create for us a memory box.
In this box I will put a little model airplane, this will
represent the time when I first met you on a plane many years ago.
I will hold this plane in my hands and relive every memory I have
of that first meeting. What
I was wearing, where I sat, who was beside me.
I will recall how you were dressed, and what you said to me.
How I asked for your address.
All of these things I will teach to this little model over and
over again. One day I will
be able to take the plane out of my memory box and I will be able to
relive that day as if it were yesterday.
I will put in a postage stamp for all of the mail we wrote to
each other. A small piece of silk for the roll I brought home for you
one time. I will put in a
toy ring for when I asked you to marry me.
A little car and trailer for our first trip from Florida to
Arizona. A diaper pin to
represent our first son and when he came into our lives. A little hair
bow for our daughter. A broken watch will stand for Big Ben and the time
I spent in England away from you.
I will fill my memory box with all of the memories I have of you.
Each and everyone of them precious to me, beyond measure of
money. When I get lonely
for you I will reach into my memory box. I will pull out a time to
remember, a time when our love grew from an ember into a blazing fire.
All of my memories of us together will be wrapped up in my
Honey I wear this ring on my hand as a sign to the rest of the
world. It tells the world
that I am married. What the
rest of the world does not know is what the ring means to me.
You placed this ring on my finger over thirty years ago just like
I placed its twin on yours. With
the ring came the vows we made to each other.
I promised to love you and I have, in all the time I have known
you I have always loved you, more than life itself.
I promised to cherish you and I have.
When I won your heart I vowed to hold you above all others.
To this day I still honor that vow.
I promised to honor you and I have.
Never have I done anything that would discredit you, or our
I promised to treat you as my equal, to walk beside me.
All the years of our marriage you were my best friend.
I could turn to you at any time.
Honey I wear this ring on my hand not to tell the world that I am
married. I wear this ring
to tell the world that I am married to most wonderful person.
The sun would rise over your head every day so that I could see
your beauty, and count my blessings. I have had the honor of having you
as my best friend, my wife and my soul mate.
This ring says I love you from the depths of my soul and will
always love you through out all eternity.
Even though you are gone now the ring is still on my hand right where you placed it over 11,000 days ago. The ring will stay there for the rest of my life. It will remind me of what I once had and who is waiting for me at the end of my lonely road.
2001 BARRY GRAVES, ALL