Thursday, February 3, 2011

If it wasn’t for you…

If it wasn’t for you I would be crumpled in a ball on the floor. If it wasn’t for you I would have crawled into a hole and stayed there forever. If it wasn’t for you I wouldn’t have a reason to smile. For every Kleenex you give me, joke you tell me to make me laugh, goofy face you make to make me giggle…for every shoulder you give me to cry on, every word of comfort you provide and for every silent moment, Thank you. You once told me that I was the strongest person you knew but the reality of it is that the strongest person is really you. Love you, D.

It must be very difficult
To be a man in grief,
Since “men don’t cry”
And “men are strong”
No tears can bring relief.

It must be very difficult
To stand up to the test,
And field the calls and visitors
So she can get some rest.

They always ask if she’s all right
And what she’s going through.
But seldom take his hand and ask,
“My friend, but how are you?”

He hears her crying in the night
And thinks his heart will break.
He dries her tears and comforts her;
But “stays strong” for her sake.

It must be very difficult
To start each day anew
And to try to be so very brave-
He lost his baby too.

~Author Unknown

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