and it's going to be difficult.
Because Cliff's Dad has now been diagnosed with skin cancer
Because it just will be hard, everything is these days, but I so want to.
Here is a poem that pretty much sums up where I am striving to be, and I think perhaps it might just speak to a widow friend of mine (J).
You can shed tears that he is gone
Or you can smile because he has lived
You can close your eyes and pray that he’ll come back
Or you can open your eyes and see all he’s left
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him
Or it can be full of the love that you shared
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday
You can remember him and only that he’s gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on
You can cry and close your mind
Be empty and turn your back
Or you can do what he’d want
Smile, open your eyes, and go on