My special friend, Dr. Kevin Merigian, lost his dear wife in June, 2009. At 49 years, she lived a full life in a very short time. The following poem is a classic example of the process of loss by someone who has looked grief square in the eye and won the battle. God bless him!
SOMEHOW I MAKE IT THROUGH
There are those painful days.
Sun rises in the morning.
I experience the agony of breathing.
I know that you're not here beside me.
I know that you can't return.
I know that you can't touch me again.
I know that I can't hold you close.
Somehow I make it through those painful days.
There are those not-so-painful days.
Sun rises in the morning.
I experience the work of breathing.
I know that you're not here beside me.
I know that you can't return.
I know that you can't touch me again.
I know that I can't hold you close.
Somehow I make it through those not-so-painful days.
The painless days are ahead.
The sun will rise in the morning.
I will experience unconscious breathing again.
I know that you will not be here beside me.
I know that you will not return.
I know that you will not touch me again.
I know that I will not hold you close again.
Somehow I will make it through those painless days.
Some days the tears seem almost artificial.
The crying is always real.
I miss you.
Kevin S “Kiki” Merigian © October 20, 2009
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