I will always remember, that very first time, I felt you look my way. Sitting there on the other side of the room, taking a break from work. The sounds of the machinery running on the other side of the wall, muted.
I will always remember, that first kiss. When we held each other close.
Nothing will take from me, the memories of those years we shared. Though no more will be.
The moments of laughter, of tears. The moments of loud concerts, or quiet moments on the porch. Enjoying the moment, enjoying the company. The scent from the roses, drifting across the summer evening, filling the air.
I will always remember, the sound of our son’s first cry, and the tears that rolled down your cheeks. You had a son. What an amazing man, your son has become. You would be proud.
We speak of you often, even though it has been more than four years, since you left us. Called to your Heavenly home.
The rumbles of trucks on the main road, the sounds of jake brakes, remind us of you. Conversations bring up memories of events, of words, of actions, and we smile. Asking, remember when? And we do, we always do.
Douglas Adams says, “Let the past hold on to itself and let the present move forward into the future.” And we are, slowly and steadily moving forward.
But there are moments, when the past has a hold on a lonely heart, and as night grows deeper, I pull your pillow close, and the memories wrap around. Whispering, comforting, reminding, I will always remember.