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Why would we ever tire over your "widowhood"..."pure religion and undefined before God and the Father is this, to visit the fatherless and widows...". Hope I got that right, God bless you my sister. 

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1 minute ago, Pa Pa said:

Why would we ever tire over your "widowhood"..."pure religion and undefined before God and the Father is this, to visit the fatherless and widows...". Hope I got that right, God bless you my sister. 

Thank you...and proud to be your sister!

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I second Pa Pa!  God bless you Jeanne. I bet it wasn't easy sharing something so close and sacred to your heart as your husband's passing and this beautiful poem you wrote for and about him.  I can only imagine how it is the balm to all in your family's broken hearts.  

When you mentioned "Seasons in the Sun" I thought of the song.  And love how you brought all the personal things about your husband together in the poem, words that will keep his memories alive!  

 

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Thank you.  Actually, this poem really is a balm..and I walk through it every year.  As time goes, it becomes easier and now the kids and I do a lot of laughing at his antics.  We just knew when he got the bucket out and sponges to wash the car..it was sure to rain.

Our yard was like the north forty..just a huge back yard that kept so nice..man..I had a tough time keeping up with that..I look at lawn mowers and they start to cry.:D  I think that first year, he was looking down at us with a big smile..until he saw his yard.

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It probably made you grow so much Jeanne!  I guess a tiny silver lining to the sorrow you've all endured.  

I had a dream about my husband the other night.  Let me preface that...many times I've thought of leaving him and letting him be free of being with a likely Alzheimer's patient.  Or sometimes I think maybe he'll lose patience with me, because at times he does now but who wouldn't with what I've put him through with my faith transition.  

Back to the dream, in it he nearly died, I can't remember what from, but woke up in time and was sooo relieved it was a dream.  I just can't imagine how I'd make it without him, but I guess if he did I would need to learn a bunch of things, that he's done all these years.  Thinking that's what you've had to do.  Well I know that's what you've had to do by your description in your post.  

I'm gonna go out on a limb and say this is but a speck of eternity, or one can hope.  And he is just waiting to tell you what a helluva of a job you did to hold it all together!  

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Thank you!!  Your dream..you must have needed that dream.  It puts perspective in some of what we think today are such big problems.  I hope you enjoy your companionship and keep those eternal perspectives.  You know, I wasn't active when he died, but no one can take my hope that I will see him again someday.  In the greatest light..in our season in the sun.  I will always hold onto that and I believe that even though I am not a member anymore.  You go girl.  You have a posterity too that loves you a bunch!

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8 hours ago, Jeanne said:

I hope that all of you don't mind that I share something with you.  I share this because I have come to value many here and love the friendships that I have with a lot of you.

I know that you tire of my widowhood.,I am sure!:)  But because I mention my husband so much and many of you have lost your spouses, I wanted you to know him as I do.

After Shane passed away, I wrote a poem that took our little family through the first year.  I called it "Our Season in the Sun"  This phrase is also on our headstone and the sun is shining in its corner over the mountains, the dear, and the river.  If you don't mind, I would like to share it with all of you.  I wrote it like he was there sitting beside me..so yes, there are some double negatives and extra adjectives and things that won't attain ton great english and literature.  Shane died in the middle of January in a very bad winter.  His favorite time of year was summer..and I tried to bring that out here.

 

If I could give to you a season Shane, I'd give to you but one.

A summer day, warm memories..

A season in the sun.

 

I gathered with them in the winter, the season iced in melting snow;

frozen hearts amid chilled flowers,

so hard to let you go.

But I weathered through the winter, your sun so hard to find

As I waltzed alone our anniversary, a missing blue-eyed

valentine.

 

Spring blossomed, your good seeds planted

nourished by tears that fell like rain,

But I knew when God to you to His garden,

He took away your pain.

The kids and I looked at the yard,

hoping you could intervene;

taking all good things you taught us,

to will those grasses green.

 

Then summer came...your season, mine.

Washing cars, mowing lawns, and barbecues,

and beneath the setting summer sun, I missed

my walks with you.

 

So even with best intentions, summer without you

wasn't right..

A covered grill, unfinished projects, cars not shining

quite as bright.

 

Then Fall.  It fell in golden splendor, beneath

cloudy patches in the sky...

made me pause, leaves like memories, still

have beauty when they die.

 

There was no frost on "Dunkins' Punkin"

and with football on the air..

Your favorite blue recliner, was just another empty chair.


Your friends and neighbors,,they still look for you..

as our families try to "still the storm".

It has been their love and friendship, that has

kept our family warm.

 

So after I've walked these intervals of earthly time,

and my own winter day is done,

I will find you Shane..in the brightest light,

In our season in the sun.

 

Also, I little about poetry...very good, as those those most heartfelt usually are. 

 

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13 hours ago, Jeanne said:

I hope that all of you don't mind that I share something with you.  I share this because I have come to value many here and love the friendships that I have with a lot of you.

I know that you tire of my widowhood.,I am sure!:)  But because I mention my husband so much and many of you have lost your spouses, I wanted you to know him as I do.

After Shane passed away, I wrote a poem that took our little family through the first year.  I called it "Our Season in the Sun"  This phrase is also on our headstone and the sun is shining in its corner over the mountains, the dear, and the river.  If you don't mind, I would like to share it with all of you.  I wrote it like he was there sitting beside me..so yes, there are some double negatives and extra adjectives and things that won't attain ton great english and literature.  Shane died in the middle of January in a very bad winter.  His favorite time of year was summer..and I tried to bring that out here.

 

If I could give to you a season Shane, I'd give to you but one.

A summer day, warm memories..

A season in the sun.

 

I gathered with them in the winter, the season iced in melting snow;

frozen hearts amid chilled flowers,

so hard to let you go.

But I weathered through the winter, your sun so hard to find

As I waltzed alone our anniversary, a missing blue-eyed

valentine.

 

Spring blossomed, your good seeds planted

nourished by tears that fell like rain,

But I knew when God to you to His garden,

He took away your pain.

The kids and I looked at the yard,

hoping you could intervene;

taking all good things you taught us,

to will those grasses green.

 

Then summer came...your season, mine.

Washing cars, mowing lawns, and barbecues,

and beneath the setting summer sun, I missed

my walks with you.

 

So even with best intentions, summer without you

wasn't right..

A covered grill, unfinished projects, cars not shining

quite as bright.

 

Then Fall.  It fell in golden splendor, beneath

cloudy patches in the sky...

made me pause, leaves like memories, still

have beauty when they die.

 

There was no frost on "Dunkins' Punkin"

and with football on the air..

Your favorite blue recliner, was just another empty chair.


Your friends and neighbors,,they still look for you..

as our families try to "still the storm".

It has been their love and friendship, that has

kept our family warm.

 

So after I've walked these intervals of earthly time,

and my own winter day is done,

I will find you Shane..in the brightest light,

In our season in the sun.

 

very nice.  I'm sorry for your loss.  Great Poem

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A lovely poem!  As I read it I thought tearfully of my late wife's passing -- how I wished I could write real poetry!  

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10 hours ago, Stargazer said:

A lovely poem!  As I read it I thought tearfully of my late wife's passing -- how I wished I could write real poetry!  

Thank you so much.  So many of us here have lost our spouses.  Many hugs..and with love, words come easy.

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23 minutes ago, CountryBoy said:

We never tire of a person's burdens...we are here to help with those burdens.  Do not ever apologize for your "widowhood"

Thank you CountryBoy. I am sure you have lifted the burdens of many.

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"Leaves, like memories, still have beauty when they die."

With that one line you have captured something profound and rare, Jeanne.

This, to me, is the heart of your poem.

And if you are concerned about your poem not attaining to the heights of "great literature," that one line may prove your fears unfounded.

 

Thank you for sharing that with me.  You walk a long and hard road, but you manage to do so with grace and beauty.

Your friend.

 

--Consiglieri

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14 hours ago, VideoGameJunkie said:

That was beautiful Jeanne and I have faith God loves you enough to make it work that you two will spend eternity together.

Thank you!  I am so hoping that love connects in eternity.

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42 minutes ago, consiglieri said:

"Leaves, like memories, still have beauty when they die."

With that one line you have captured something profound and rare, Jeanne.

This, to me, is the heart of your poem.

And if you are concerned about your poem not attaining to the heights of "great literature," that one line may prove your fears unfounded.

 

Thank you for sharing that with me.  You walk a long and hard road, but you manage to do so with grace and beauty.

Your friend.

 

--Consiglieri

Your response means so much to me.  Thank you.  I love the Fall.  Those leaves represent an endless beauty that springs up so many memories and is colored only when it is time to let them go. 

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On 5/3/2016 at 6:48 PM, Tacenda said:

Jeanne, add poetry to your list of talents!!  Ever think of writing songs? Since you are musical too!!

Thank you.  Actually, my brother and I have wrote some music in early days.  He is really good!

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Hello Jeanne...

I sometimes wonder if people get tired of me mentioning that I'm a widow... but that's my life... my reality... for the past 17 years.  And I think it gives me an insight that might be helpful to others here as I offer encouragement... Sometimes I chuckle and say that I'm the proverbial old woman living with a cat... a pushy cat at that... 

But, my life is rich... I have music, good books, and of course my art... I have good friends, male and female... I have the beautiful Oregon coast... but most of all, I have my faith and the peace and comfort it brings to me... I love truly believing that my dear one is my eternal companion and is waiting for me... all of these things give me great joy...

from the beach on a lovely morning... the shore beckoning to me to come and walk... and watch the waves, the gulls, the shorebirds... 

GG

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