We don't go there much anymore Not like we did at first, We simply take flowers and trim around the marker. We just don't go there much, anymore. At first it was daily, as if someone was waiting, To listen to what we would say; But as time passed it changed-days turned into weeks, We just don't go there much, anymore. Weeks turned to months, special occasions only, Some would think that we had forgotten, But oh, how wrong they would be to have that thought. We just don't go there much, anymore. It's been a year or so now, since we went, So he came to us instead, as an angel, To see us through a critical time. We just don't go there much, anymore. This year, on his birthday, t'was not a sad day, For his presence surrounded us both, So perhaps his being HERE, and not there, is why, We just don't go there much, anymore.

© GHS SR.  8/12/01

This was written by my dear husband after he became critically ill
and we could no longer make the long ride to Georgie's resting place.
My beloved husband Went With The Angels on July 5, 2002.

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