GOD WILL CARRY YOU
The Lord will never leave us nor forsake us,
He promised He'd be with us through it all.
It often seems He's walking right beside us
As He guides us through our problems,
large and small.
But there are times we just can't feel His presence,
When the road's so rough, we need Him all the more ~
We wonder why we're so alone and helpless,
Why His hand's not there to lead us as before..,
But if we listen quietly, He'll tell us,
"Take a moment and remember what I said:
If you fail to see me walking right beside you,
It's because I have you in my arms instead~
For together, we will cross the highest mountain,
Together we will face the stormy sea,
You never are alone, you're never helpless!
I'll carry you ~ let go and lean on me."
Emily Matthews
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Finally you're
at peace, free from confusion and pain,
for that I am thankful.
Your last 4 weeks with us must have been agony for you,
not being able to tell me how you felt, how bad the pain
was...
for I am sure you were in pain.
I thank you for the thirty years we had together, through
thick
and thin.... you were always there to support me, no
matter what
or no matter who interfered. We made mistakes, who
doesn't...
some were huge, some insignificant but we got through it.
Many didn't think we'd last because of our age
difference, but
we showed them, didn't we.
What I regret the most is that you were in a state of
confusion these past 4 years. In the beginning it was
only short periods but as the years passed the periods of
understanding grew less and less. I don't know if you
really understood what I was talking about during our
last night together, going over old times, good and bad,
but mostly good. Funny how the bad times fade into
insignificance with the passing of years. I thank God
that I had the chance to thank you for our time we
shared, I just hope that by some strange miracle, you may
have understood.
I regret the outside influences who stole precious time
from us.
Bureaucratic bunglers with no heart. People who wanted to
institutionalise you almost 4 years ago, when there was
no need. People who knew nothing of how we truly felt
about each other, knew nothing of our lives, yet took
great pleasure in making it as miserable as possible.
But George, you taught me to fight back, to stand up for
myself, the truth, and my beliefs. I often felt it was a
losing battle, still do sometimes, but I will never give
in to lies and deceit.
Many people thought you 'hard', but I knew your
weaknesses, didn't like some of them, especially drink.
You tried, many times you gave up
alcohol, for years, because I was more important to you.
Since you
became ill, I found out what may have caused this need
for alcohol.
X-rays showed shrapnel not only all over you body, but
embedded in
your brain as well. Who knows how much influence this had
on you.
Born in Condobolin, NSW in 1919, you had a life full of
'bumps', even when you were a child. Your mother died
when you were you were very young and your father
couldn't cope, so you were adopted out. You left home at
16 to make your own way in the world and it wasn't until
you volunteered for the Army that you found out you were
adopted.
You served your country in the Middle East and were the
only survivor of a group of your comrades., though you
carried the physical scars to the end, none of us know
what memories you carried of war time, you never talked
much about it, except that nothing stopped you from
trying to 'do a line' for the nurses tending you. *S*.
When everyone else was earning three pounds a week, you
were earing fifty! Selling oil paintings no less. You
were an astute business man and helped those around you
who needed help financially. You enjoyed your youth, with
a passion and sowed your wild oats. You had two
unsuccessful marriages before we met... I guess it was a
case of 'third time lucky'. Maybe I found you when you'd
mellowed a little *S*.
You've left me with thirty years of memories, thirty
years of caring and support. One thing I'll always
remember is your telling me that you had no real
friends... only aquaintances, except for me, I was your
only friend.
George, I have to admit, I think you were right all
along. None of those who professed to be your friends
made any contact these last few years to inquire as to
how you were. It was a case of 'out of sight, out of
mind'.
It doesn't matter, I cared...
I miss you, and I thank you for being part of my life.
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