July 3, 2014
A special poem for Bob.
This is the third post of four that share my experience of saying good-bye to a wonderful man with whom I had many experiences over the years. If you have not yet read the first two, here they are:
For the celebration of Bob’s life, I wrote the following poem. It is based on one that I wrote in 2002, called “I Still Remember Them.”
Incidentally, the illustration for this post is one taken at the southernmost place he and I have been, Bluff, New Zealand, looking out across the water to Antarctica. It is an example of the many things we’ve done that have created memories over the years.
I Will Always Remember You
Because we shared so much in life,
there is much to remind me of you.
That is why I will think of you when walking in a park
. . . and when having a picnic in the mountains.
I will think of you when I am alone in our apartment
. . . and when I am eating in the dining room.
I will think of you when I hear a new joke
. . . and when I tell a joke you liked.
I will think of you when I visit our children
. . . and our grandchildren.
I will think of you when I hear a train whistle
. . . and when I take a boat ride.
I will think of you when walking down familiar streets
. . . and through foreign cities.
I will think of you when I can’t remove a jar lid
. . . and when I don’t understand something technical.
I will think of you in the cold nights of winter
. . . and the hot days of summer.
I will think of you in the setting of the sun
. . . and the rising of the moon.
Many years from now
I may not think of you quite as often as I do today.
But memories of you will live in my heart
. . . and I can always think of you wherever I am
and whatever I do.