Bill, your giggle and laugh never changed all the years I knew you. Knowing you began around the age of 3 when your family moved across the street and very quickly you became friends with my 3 yr. old David. One particular time I will forever hear you giggling is when I was in the kitchen cooking and singing while you boys wrestled in the family room. Of course your giggling at me just that egged me on and I went into opera mode - just to hear you laugh!! I loved you then even as now.
arleneyounger
18th May 2012
DIMENSIONS of 2-29
if I punch my hand through, could I reach you?
the sky feels like a shell now
my foundation has shifted and perception and existence are changed
foggy, rainy lost night
and the howling strong, windy, days that followed
like a special shroud for our family to mourn under
Until-
Sun shining so pure, piercing and sparkling like diamonds on falling flakes
Your gift.
Where are you now?
What are your thoughts?
Do you see me?
Hear me?
Feel me?
I feel you. All the time.
I need you.
Even if from the other side.
I love you Bill.
kdrutchas
23rd April 2012
I am I and you are you, whatever we were to each other that we still are.
Speak to me in the easy way which you always used.
Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight?
Life means all that it ever meant, it is the same as it ever was.
Extract from a poem by Henry Scott Holland