An Angel called Lynn

Nina Thank you so much for your comments Lynn is always near by. Even now I see her face with that smile (in my darkest hour, one of them being now. When it should be the happiest time for me). Oh did she have a filthy laugh at times. This makes me smile so. We have been through a lot together as he has helped me bury my mother - lost to cancer father - lost to heart attack first husband - lost to cancer Mother in law - lost to Alzheimers second husband to be - lost to suicide. After his mother died of Alzheimers he could not take the pain so he put a shotgun in his mouth that was it. I never got to say goodbye even now i see him in the chapel of rest. But because of what he did all i had to say goodbye to was a polythene bag. I still have a hard time with this. But i still see him as he was smiling. He had a laugh like the cartoon character MUTLEY and with him being a rotund person his whole body would shake his laugh was so infectous. Most times through lynn day. I would just pop in say hello and take her out of her job. I have worked not in this funeral palour but another for a while taking care of the deceased make them presentable for the nearest and dearest. I always talk with the deceased because they may not be breathing now but their spirit is still deep inside. Also what I remember mostly is, that every time I went into the funeral palour she would walk out of her office, she saw me and I would get the biggest smile and the most wanted hug. We are forever friends. I think of her a lot I have asked Ashley her son if i could have a picture of her so i can do her picture in honour of my dear friend. Maybe a pastel or pen and ink to go with this poem. Thank you for you support and kind comments Electricblue I will always have this. As my second husband to be was an only child of only children there were no family left all dead. So at the funeral. There i sat all alone. Only me thee to say goodbye.

Robert Thank you for your comments. I keep questioning myself why am i still left here? After I have had to let them all slip away to a better place. I am a survivor but why? what for? I have lost all hope of late. I see that brick wall and stop but i am still here why? is my question. I have no answeres Why am I shown a little love and then have it all taken away by others. Electricblue

Robert I know there is no answer. So I do not know why? I keep asking myself the question As for me nothing to celebrate. I do not go in for Christmas birthdays etc as all the days are the same to me. They just run into each other I try telling myself to make each day count well I am still trying. But it would be so much better,if was shared with the one I love Everyday would mean so much more. Electricblue