not really alone
“I miss you extra today.” she said as she walked
through the sand and allowed the tears to fall.
The ocean was their place & she had loved
being there with him. Here he had asked her
to be his forever. They had lived & played
& laughed & carved their names in the sand.
being there with him. Here he had asked her
to be his forever. They had lived & played
& laughed & carved their names in the sand.
It was hard to breathe without him today.
She talked to him as she walked & told him
how she missed him & wished he could walk with her.
She felt him tell her that he was there;
that he was always there when she needed him.
She felt him tell her how he loved her
& that it would be worth it.
And although she could no longer see his face
she could feel his love lift her
and carry her along as she walked…
and she knew she was not really alone.
Written by Jennifer Funk
I love you my boy
I wrote these words sometime in 2009 after our family trip to the beach in San Clemente. My parents had come with us to help with the kids. I walked the beach each morning with my Dad. It was nice because we could just walk and talk, or walk kindof on our own. One morning i just lagged behind and walked and talked to Brad. This poem ( is it a poem if it doesn’t rhyme? haha. I’m not sure?? ) is a result of my experience that day on my walk.
I hung these words on my wall in my bathroom so I could hide in there and read them when I needed too. They help me. They remind me of so many important things; that i sometimes forget when days are hard and long and i’m missing my best friend.