You’re supposed to hold me when I’m grieving.
For more than twenty years, your huge warm comforting embrace has been my strength through sadness and despair.
How can I live through losing you?
You were my bulwark.
Your giant strong hands held mine through every loss I suffered, every sadness, every disappointment.
Whose hands will hold mine now?
Your words comforted me through the loss of both my parents, my aunt, our friends, life’s lowest points.
Your encouragement kept me strong when I was at my weakest. Your love embraced me through it all.
How can you be gone? Where will I turn now?
You’re supposed to hold me when I’m grieving,
but now I’m grieving you.
