I was recently given a beautiful cross with the poem below. It hit home.
Little I knew that morning.
God was going to call your name.
In life we loved you dearly, in death we do the same.
It broke our hearts to lose you.
You did not go alone, for part of me went with you, the day God called you home.
You left us beautiful memories.
Your love is still our guide, and though we cannot see you, you are always by our side.
Our family chain is broken, and nothing seems the same.
But as God calls us one by one, the chain will link again.
I want to share this with you all because this is exactly how I feel, and I am sure a lot of you feel this same way. When my husband passed away, I felt my family was broken. And in some ways it is. But the love that we share still holds us together.
This poem resonated with me because I feel his absence every day and at times, I feel life is so broken. Then I see my daughter’s beautiful big brown eyes, those same eyes she got from my husband. And then I realize that we are not completely broken, because true love never dies, never breaks, and never is forgotten. Love is what holds us together. It is the glue that holds us together from the separation of physical reality. So in my eyes, the broken chain is just temporary, until we link again.