sweet Memories

Today I am thinking of Harry. Sitting in his scooter with a tv chair in front of him. with the Tv on. As I walk through the door. A simple hello is given. I walk over and kiss him. Oh how I miss those kisses. How he gently held me in his arms, although the pain was so great. He loved me more than words can describe. A special gift when you find that special love. You know something, we always realize after they are gone how special they truely are. How much their words, calmed your fears, gave you excitement.  I wander why I am left here alone. Not fretting on that today. Because it is better to know love than not have known it at all.