They sit in the corner
Dusty and barren
Your path now exhausted
Fitting only our prayers to heaven
They traveled the earth
Bringing fragments home
Soles now worn off
Chilling my bones
Fading splatters of blood
Releasing your soul
Vanish to the new life
Clinging to memories of ole
When I glare at them
My heart swells afire
The fearless path my dearest took
I can only admire
Copyright @ Christine-Smith Johnson
Inspired by Landon
I have never forgotten how smart my husband was or the things he was capable of. He was a jack of all trades and rarely asked anyone for help. He was the family hero. I’m sure those were difficult and hard boots to fill, but now that I look back, he never complained of anything that needed done, or about anyone that needed helped. He was always there for anyone in need. He was always telling jokes and was ALWAYS available.
He cut dinner off one night to find a friend lost in the woods, crawled under countless homes to change our stoves or pull out dangerous animals. He protected us in the middle of the night. I will never forget this image of him in the yard or the sound of his feet… in his underwear, with a pistol in hand. The kids and I were laughing at how ridiculous he looked. I will never forget the days of him on black pavement in hundred degree weather changing my tire, soaking in sweat, never complaining even though I knew the sweat was burning his eyes and his back was hurting. There are a million more memories I hold close to my heart. No matter how busy he was helping so many, he always had time for the woods, the water, and his family.
I ran across an article that reminded me of his many characters he played as father, husband, son, and friend. Thank you Todd for reminding me of things I had forgotten, as there are so many to remember. I love your list. Beautiful! Dad.
A Great Article For Widows, Widowers, Or Anyone Else …What Defines You? Great Advice For Teens In Relationships
…You see, our definitions change. If I’m defined only by being Dad, what does that say to my kids? Parenting is the greatest, most noble and wonderful thing I do. I do it alone because it’s worth it! But it’s not all I do, and I want my kids to know they are the sum-total of what they become, not the singular things they do. If I was only Andrea’s husband, my life would be over, the kids would suffer, and I’d either have died from the wound in my heart that is still bleeding or I’d wish for the end to come. There are days I’m there, but most days I see those four amazing kids and I strive to be better in everything else…
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