Plieku69 wrote:
My beloved wife, she's been gone 3 years and I still long for her.
I feel your pain and I agree with you because We never got to say goodbye. This May 2nd will be five years since I lost my Wife and it still feels like it just happened. May God bless you and give you some peace. Just remember, she is waiting for you.
jackm1943 wrote:
I think any of my grandparents, who I didn't fully appreciate when younger.
Amen to that thought. My 'maw' passed in 1983, when I was not yet 14. Through the many years since then, my mom has told me on countless occasions how much alike my 'maw' and I are/were/was....? I never knew 'maw' as an adult and I know that was a great loss, both emotionally and in terms of guidance and wisdom.
My father who left to early in life.
Bridges
Loc: Memphis, Charleston SC, now Nazareth PA
Jesus, then my mother who passed away when I was 15 and never really got to know.
My mother.
Murdered by a red light runner in the spring of 1970.
My brother.
Sometime in the late 70's.
My mother, Leah and I were on good terms. We often spoke our minds without reservation. My father, Seymour and I didn't always see eye to eye. But, at the end of the day with a cup of hot coffee and a chocolate donut our disagreements melted away quickly. My sister, Madeline and I were on good terms before she passed away. My aunt Ellen and my uncle Albert, I enjoyed going over to their house to play and listen to everyone talk. My aunt Justine and my uncle Louie were older but still a lot of fun to be with. My aunt taught me how to make Hungarian foods and my uncle taught me Poker. I have never played Poker since I was six years old.
My son, Brian passed away five years ago. There are so many questions I have which are yet unanswered. Even though he had disabilities, he hid them very well. He accomplished more in twenty years than many do in a lifetime. My first thought would be my son, Brian. But after giving this question some more thought, my answer will be G-D.
In 2000 I lost one of my best friends and business partners that I loved like a brother. He committed suicide. He was having marital issues and in the year before he had lost one of his children through the negligence of a doctor and a hospital - he never got over it. We talked often and I thought he was getting better after a year long depression. I spoke to him three hours before he hung himself and he seemed fine. The next day, another buddy called and said our friend was dead. I couldn't believe it. I can't tell you how many times I've dreamed of going back in a time machine to stop him. He was only in his 40's. My other buddy and I got together a week ago and he said the same thing - we both still miss him.
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