Easy for anyone to say

I know that there are those who look at me  and think,

 "After two years since Cheryl passed from this life, why are you still grieving?" 

"You are a man of deep faith and you know that God has provided a place for her to wait for you to join her."

"We know that you believe and share the great hope that one day you will be reunited in an eternal heaven prepared for those who believe and trust in Jesus."

"Until then, you have the confident promise of an almighty God that she is no longer suffering, she is in the blissful paradise of His glory"

My answer is short but true. I miss the best friend I ever knew, I miss the compass that kept me true, I miss the hugs and kisses of my dearest love, I miss the fairest counsel I ever had, I miss the truest heart I ever knew, the softest touch I ever felt, I miss her gentle laughter at my feeble humor,  I miss her radiant glow 'round those little boys, I miss God's gift that made me complete, the truest love I'll ever know.

Please don't judge me because I still grieve, but rather envy me because I loved so deeply. All of the things above, you "think" are true, and I believe them with all my heart. But also know that I have never loved as I loved her and please don't judge my grief, lest you have loved as deeply as I loved Cheryl.

It's easy for anyone to say

"She's not here, she went away"

To a better place we know for sure

A place where pain, she'll not endure.

But hard for those who loved and lost,

Whose dreams and plans are ever tossed,

Hard to say "goodbye" forever

To one whose love did fail you never

Easy it is to say, "It will all be okay,

You'll see her soon another day"

Easy it is to be a friend

To hug and comfort without end.

But hard it is,  to finish the journey

Without the one who made it worthy

Hard it is, to live each day with purpose

Without her hand in yours, to stay your course.

I think of her today and every day,

I tell her of my love in every way

My life and love will never stray

But it's oh, so hard, for me to say.

I can see her footprints in the sand,

I can feel her reach to grasp my hand

Her marks are etched upon my heart

So hard to leave and ever part

Hard it is to know what's right

To find your way without your light

 But it's easy for anyone to say

"She's not here, she went away"