Poem by Richard Blaisdell on the death of George Stone

 Poem by Richard Blaisdell on the death of George Stone

June 09, 2021
Terri Ann,
 
My heart is broken with yours for the loss of a rare gemstone: 
George.
You found, enjoyed a lasting love for 39 years.
Close your eyes for a moment.
You cry.  The tears drip down the face.
The tears allow you to see the world in a brighter, clear light.
The bed will be cold. There will remain a dent in the pillow.
 
Music of Patsy Cline rushes memories down a river of time, watching, waiting for a return.
George's spirit is still with you.
He’s changed form. Look up to the sky. Believe.
There is a new star born; one of many that shine from relatives, friends that have passed previous.
Friends and relatives are near.
Eat something, even though you may not feel hungry.  Stay strong.
 
I love you, my Cousin. 
Love yourself, or you’ll "Fall to Pieces”.
I’d like to walk with you down a winding road with grass growing up the middle.
See new paths to explore. Talk about caring, family, good times.
The sun sets and moon rises that you and George saw together. Hold hands.
Love is like that. Children, grandchildren to carry on the traditions.
Like the cloud above, life, love, continues, just in a different form.