Just A Good Night Comments
Each night I climb the stairs to our bedroom.
En route, I pass by the room you left this world from.
I pause and say “Good night, Honey Pie; sweet dreams.”
Just like in real life, before you got so sick.
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I understand you completely. I've still got my husbands work boots on my kitchen floor and his jacket over a chair back.He's been passed on nearly four years.
A friend passed this along to me: Grief is the last act of love we have to give to those we loved. Where there is deep grief, there was great love. You might like my Reflections on a Moon. Thanks, Sally
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7/24/2025 9:20:10 PM # 1.0.0
sir, my age little confirms of what deep i went on reading this....thanks for this piece of work