I took a cab to Waverley Station in Edinburgh early this morning. In the darkness of the backseat I did my now obligatory confession of widowness to the taxi driver. Every time and I don’t know why but perhaps I find the back of a cab like a widow confessional. Anyways, my taxi driver/widow priest took it in his stride and said he admired me for keeping going etc etc.
Now sitting on the train to London to go and visit my old friends from a previous life it feels quite poignant that in two weeks it will be two years since I was forced to forge forward, no matter what, without him. So col as I read this poem on Facebook i thought yay me and all like me who have to keep going to honour the love they have for those they’ve lost.
He is Gone
You can shed tears that he is gone,
Or you can smile because he lived,
You can close your eyes and pray that he will come back,
Or you can open your eyes and see all that he has left.
Your heart can be empty because you can’t see him
Or you can be full of the love that you shared,
You can turn your back on tomorrow and live yesterday,
Or you can be happy for tomorrow because of yesterday.
You can remember him and only that he is gone
Or you can cherish his memory and let it live on,
You can cry and close your mind be empty and turn your
Or you can do what he would want: smile, open your eyes,
love and go on.