Year Six

Year six

To my dearest love, Cathy

The memory of that day in March of 13 over six years ago burns deeply in my heart and in my mind. The hideous disease reared its ugly head and took away your ability to speak. I did not understand the full consequences of that day nor how our lives were about to change. Moments of utter helplessness was overwhelming, like being glued to the asphalt in front of an oncoming bus.
I stared emotionless as the doctor took you in. Your speech was incoherent your response made little sense. Chills rock my very soul as I watch in disbelief. Dismayed I screamed as loud as I could but nothing cleared my lips. I wanted to take you home and waken from this nightmarish dream. But all I could do was stood there frozen in time with my feet cemented to the floor. I can't describe the anguish, I can't put words to the pain. I can't even put tears in my eyes. I just watched in despair. To be that totally helpless with one you care so so deeply, is a state that I would not wish upon anyone, even my worst of enemies. Looking back, It's truly a consequence of giving your heart away but with no regrets or remorse, but as for that, it's a bridge that we all must cross when you love. And I truly love you Cathy with all my heart, and with all my soul. Miss you sweetie. Deeply.


A little poem

When the soul is released from this mortal coil and is no longer bound to history earth, I will rejoice and anticipate my reunions with one that I hold most dear. My beloved... Cathy. Years of anguish, years of sorrow, years of longing, not one day pass do I not wish this moment. I cherish to hold her with arms I have not. I yearn to kiss her, but our lips touch not. I can only imagine how our spirits would intertwine. But the warmth I feel, immersed in that thought, is very real in my heart. I miss you my love.    My Cathy.