Reflecting on Loss

My fiance's grandmother died a week ago, today. So, now that the arrangements and formality of the funeral are over with, I was sitting here reflecting on death and loss and getting on with my own mourning of losing such a sweet and wonderful lady.

We had promised Sandy at Christmas that we would finally get married this winter, as soon as our tax returns were in. I'm very sad that she was unable to hold on and see us "legally" man and wife. We've lived together for 7 years, and although Sandy welcomed me into her family and accepted me and my children as if we were her own, she was very worried about the fact that we weren't "married" in God's eyes. And even though I never worried about "living in sin", I am sorry that we didn't get married a little sooner.

I went looking about in my poetry file, knowing that somewhere, I would have something appropriate to reflect how I was feeling. It didn't take long, and while the following poem can apply to many situations, today, it applies to our loss of Zaddie "Sandy" Pilcher, a truly beautiful person, inside and out.

Journey of a Teardrop

A misting rain, gently falling
A minor irritation
Subtle and confusing, not sure
When it started
Gradually becomes a slow
Moving brook
Widening as it travels, picking
Up the pace
Gathering small debris, and growing
To a stream
Quickly gaining speed while racing
For the sea
Captured by a lake, then rushing
To escape
Forcing a way out, transformed
Into a river
Rumbling through its bed, like
A nightmare
On a collision course with huge rocks
Up ahead
Jumping from a waterfall, and crashing
Far below
A predestined journey for the tears
Of a broken heart