We're bereaved.
Dear broken Bill expressed it
Today.
"I'm glad she's no longer
Suffering. But I miss her so much."
As he wept, I held him gently in
My arms.
No children.
No grandchildren.
He feels totally alone.
It was hard to look at the agony in
His wounded eyes, and his
Hunched over shoulders, but
I didn't turn away.
I consoled him the best I was
Able, knowing that God
Can give him the courage to
Want to exist.
"He will go through it with
You, Bill."
He will.
He was torn, so very grateful
His wife's pain was over,
But wondering how he
Could possibly bear his own.