Neverending
It’s how I remember the year that she died.
I watched for weeks while she suffered, and I cried.
It made a big impression on me although I was still a young man.
Her life was over—suffering ended. I still do the best I can.
Look both ways year after year.
Mind the gaps as we try to remember, and we try to forget.
My inspiration:
Our Literary Journey 
Lovely, mine was a sad one too this weekend
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Beautifully done, Bill.
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Thank you, Dale.
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Touchingly done!
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Thank you, Na’ama.
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Beautifully done. My daughter would relate to this, echoing her feelings when her husband died.
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Thank you, Margaret.
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Sad…laced with wisdom, thank you.
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I relate to this, Bill. Thank you.
❤
David
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Thank you, David. 🙂
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