Goodbye my “luvleyful” grandson- Chris Ritchey
Someone said that you were interred today – I wasn’t told when – your family wasn’t told- I couldn’t say goodbye to what was left of you on this earth as you went back to the earth-surrounded by whom? Another culture – “apart” – from those that have loved you for so long and since the day were born. A goodbye denied to me ! I could not shed a tear at your side or throw you one last kiss – we have been denied but my thoughts of goodbye are for you my “luvleyful boy” are not to be denied
My grandson has died, he slipped out of his flesh and bones into a new frame.
His spirit has passed from here to where? Leaving us full of despair and loneliness.
I look up to the sky , he is there in the twinkling of the stars, he is in every floating cloud in every ray of sunlight.
He is there in the whispering stir of the leaves, the grass under our feet, in the birds dawn chorus and every flower that buds in the spring.
He is there in Misty’s joyful bark and in every breath of air we breathe.
We mourn and long for you Chris – you left us too soon but we thank you for every memory you gave us – locked safely in our shattered hearts – so that none can take them away -
I love you Chris and I am so glad and proud you were my grandson, if just for just awhile.