December 30th, 2022, I awoke once more at 5:00 am and find myself sitting here, wondering why I can ot sleep these days. It has now been, over 16 months since my wife passed away from Cancer and I had to bury her/ Each day i awake I think of her and how I miss seeing her smile and hearing her voice and advixw for me. Yet I also know, by far, I have no choice in what the Good Lord has done, nor do I have any control in destiny or fate. Acceptenance is all I have, so I find myself accepting it all and moving forward, even is my life now seems very hollow, empty and alone without her. For 28 years it was her and I against the world and we did all, we survived and we fought as one.
We are now closong in on 2023, and I know at some point, and hope at some point the loneliness and emptiness I feel daily, can be filled again. I know there shall never be another, like my deceased wife, but, I hope there will be someone, for companionship, for laughter, and for doing things together once more. Time shall tell I am sure, but, I have no guarantees on anything and neither does anyone one else.
Memories and Time. Aging!
William M. McCurrach 12-30-2022
I am now old and I know it too,
My body aches yet it carries me through,
Each day, I get up, my eytes do open,
Thoughts flash through my brain,
I know no two days or moments are the same,
Yet I know, I shall keep going on and on,
Until the Good Lord recalls me and then I shall be gone.
I can not control, how my life goes, I can only live in the frame I was given,
Yes, the body we are born in does not last forever,
We age, we grow old, we grow slow and then we slow down,
Yes i know, like those before me, I shall be buried in the ground.
Fate and Destiny are not mine to control,
Nor is Mother Nature or Father Time,
Yet the memories of the years I have lived and gone through,
Keep me going to a point, just like you.
Once my mind starts to fade and my body starts to stop,
And I know it will happen you see,
All I ask is to buried, with the woman I loved, next to me.
I was blessed with those i loved, and know it deep inside,
I had a mother, a father and a step-father too,
Brothers and a sister, who always got through,
I had more than two of everything in my life, even two daughters and yes two wives.
Homes I owned the places I lived, the service I did give,
In the end I served all I could, in all ways I knew how,
IT doesn’t matter anymore, when you grow old, for people are too busy,
And you or I will no longer be bold.
My life runs down and what keeps me going these days,
Memories, memories, is all I can say.
I hope once I am gone, those who knew me,
Will have memories of me, to help them carry on.