The Long Goodbye
of my heart are
scattered about,
but alas,
it is not broken.
Collect them
I will,
binding them with
the reminiscence
of yesterday’s
laughter
and the tears
that refuse
to relent.
I write this to release some emotion, as I am in the grieving process for someone who still lives. Reggie has an aggressive form of dementia, and we are nearing the point of him not knowing anything that's going on around him. This bike was his outlet to ride the wind, though my backside protested riding with him more than half an hour. Hot, but not very comfortable for the extra rider. He was a Harley dude, and one of the most fascinating and lovable persons I've ever had the privilege of knowing. It is an honor to love him.
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Your words so vivdly touch the sorrow of this cruel experience. <3
It's been one of the most difficult things I've ever had to face <3
Beautiful, raw, and honest. Thank you for sharing. <3
Thanks Sudie <3 Good to see you here!! :D
Touching. Thanks for sharing.
Thank you :)
great post, tinajordan as usual!
Thank you :)
The poem and photo are poignant, as is the explanation. The abandoned Harley says it all. I'm sorry, Tina, I have no other words :(
I've about run out of words myself. But, I know that time heals and I'm grateful for the years we shared in joy. Thank you, John.
you're welcome :)
Lovely words Thank you for sharing
Thank you for stopping by <3