Life was lovingly adventurous
Until one autumn day
News of perilous clouds above
Came drifting by our way
Reeling back in disbelief
You hurled off the cliff
My lunge of lion velocity
Negated the abyss
Linked for near one thousand days
Eyes locked with boundless passion
We hoped for incoming cavalry
To execute extraction
Hands clasped in rhythmic midair swing
No rescue in our sight
Two loves continue all the while
To hold with all our might
The wearing thread of time
Brings truth that’s unrehearsed
A weakened grasp is drawing near
Who should release the first?
THE LAST GOODBYE - SYNOPSIS
A blessing and a curse, the last goodbye is not everyone’s rite of passage. To receive devastating news is tantamount to being hurled off a cliff. With a heroic leap, one manages to prevent a tragic fall but all for not. Eventually, the locked arms in midair swing weaken as any hope of rescue fades. Tearful eyes mirror each other and speak to the deafening silence. Who should be the one to let go first? The question is daunting.
No one plans to write an obituary for their soul mate. You have honored Ken's life and memory beyond words and through words Connie. Your strength to share your challenging journey with us in such a personal and beautiful manner will never be forgotten. My thoughts are with you and your Family.
Joan (aka "Joanie Baloney")