Words can not do justice for the way I feel. But I know you are watching over me & we will all be together someday.
We lived in Texas and decided we would go to Tennessee to visit my and my husband's parents for christmas. We went to my husbands mom's house and called my parents and surprised them. They were not even going to celebrate Christmas that year because they thought we would not be together. When they heard that we were there, they hurried and got a tree and put it up. My mom had already mailed our gifts, but so my daughters would not be upset, she wrapped empty boxes to look like gifts. My parents came to my in-laws & we all had an early dinner together. The girls & I left with my parents & my husband was going to come to their house the next day. We had been on the road 15 minutes when a drunk driver hit us head on. They said he was going 80 m.p.h. when he hit us. My dad was killed instantly & my mom died a few hours later. They did not think I would make it. But I did. The drunk driver also lived & served very little jail time. The hospital that I was in had somone dress up as Santa & bought my girls christmas. It was the most touching moment of my life. We still have a hard time with Christmas & we are glad when it is over.
to walk the road alone,
I'll live in memories garden dear,
with happy days we've known.
In spring I'll wait for roses red,
when faded the lilacs blue.
In early fall when brown leaves fall,
I'll catch a glimpse of you.
Should you go first & I remain,
for battles to be fought,
Each thing you've touched along the way
will be a hallowed spot.
I'll hear your voice,
I'll see your smile,
though blindly I may grope,
The memory of your helping hand
will buoy me on with hope.
Should you go first & I remain,
one thing I'll have you do:
Walk slowly down that long long path,
for soon I'll follow you.
I want to know each step you take,
so I may take the same.
For someday down that lonely road,
you'll hear me call your name.
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