Beau Barnett 1/12/24
I heard the news believing that it could never be true, but through the years you were always here. Now that time has created space, and all these memories of years past come flooding back, I find myself parralyzed – waiting in grief
waiting for you the give a sign that things were supposed to be this way, that nothing could have been prevented
waiting to hear your voice again whether it be through anger, laughter, a loving sentiment, or even criticism.
waiting for some kind of familiar feeling to comfort and ensure that maybe this was all a horrible dream.
It is not just me, it is everyone you ever knew or graced with your presence
so we are here for you, waiting in our grief, to let time handle some of the jagged and rusty edges of this loss.
We wont stop living, but the river of our hearts wont let the tears stop flowing into the delta into the vast ocean of existence and memory
crowbars and bloodied hands couldn’t pry the joyous memories created over time from our minds, hearts and souls.
The imprint you left was enormous and irreplaceable, we will try, but we will also wait, as the grief may be easier to deal with over time. The loss of your beautiful soul will leave us still waiting, waiting for you to welcome us again with a hug and a smile and an old familiar tune.
How dare you leave us now, but we will let life resume, we can’t stop it anyways, but we will still wait in grief but also in hope and that is the hardest part.
Dedicated to Norma Jane Powell (Barnett) – The absence you left can be felt far and wide, but we will do our best ot carry on and make sure your legacy lives on.
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