Easy to forget

My appologies to those who've been reading my blog and wondering what happened to me. I haven't forgotten about my blog. I've just been concentrating on my latest book since it seems to help me focus alot. All those bright sayings that I have about writing I actually do use. Took be long enough to learn them all and figure them out, but now that I've got them down I actually use them on a daily basis.

About the title of this blog, I actually came to the realization about something the other day. I was talking to someone from overseas who just recently lost a baby in the family just as I did a long time ago. It got me thinking about how long my baby brother, Alex, has been passed on. It's easy to forget that we take a part of them with us once they're gone. They linger in our souls so that we never lose track of what we had. I don't think there is one day when I don't have his name cross my mind. While it's a little bit easier to deal with now that it's been years, that part lingers on and I don't really ever want it to go away.

Why talk about this? Of course I've got a poem for you, people. And for the first time, I dedicate this one to my new friend. May you soon find peace in your life as I did. This one's for you, Ashton... and you too Aaron.

Tell Her

Tell my love

she means the world to me.

The stars in the sky twinkle for her

and for the rest of our lives that's where they'll be.

Tell my brothers

we well always have the baseball field.

The place we grew up and lost ourselves in a game.

Remind them of the time I hit that home run, lost the ball for us all,

but hoped the hit made that ball tame.

Tell my father

I love him very much.

Tell him good-bye with a handshake.

Tell him not of where I am.

When he hears the news, our fishing boat and his heart will sink.

Tell my friends

I can feel them with me.

Their strength, their love, their prayers, their tears.

Comfort them with the fact that when I get to where I'm going

I will meet them there so there will be no fears.

Tell my mother

I saw an angel before I died.

Tell her she cradled me in her arms the way you held me the day you let

me see the light and the beauty of your heart through your eyes.

Tell her,

the angels touch was nothing compared to hers.

It will never compare to the way you held me when I cried or when I

slept on the couch past my bedtime watching TV with her.

My God, tell her that I wish to be there now.

Tell her,

I smell the flower in the distance.

Tell her I can smell the roses she told me to stop and smell when I

moved too fast. Tell her, I can see the one she picked for me to give my

love. Tell her, because of the thorn she left, I got to hold my love's hand

for the first time.

But tell them all,

tell them in in words only you can tell,

that the angels I see now don't compare to the ones I leave behind.

Tell my brothers, I see our field of dreams.

Tell my love, I see her wedding dress.

Tell my father, I see the fish we caught.

But tell my mother, I saw an angel before I died.

Tell her, I got to see her face one last time.

Until next time.