My heart shattered in a million pieces the day I found out God took you home,
my First Love.
The pieces were scattered on the ground around my feet; surrounding me; as I bent to carefully pick them up and painstakingly tried to reconnect the now shallow beating pieces.
But one was missing...I searched everywhere...the only piece I couldn't find...and my eyes slowly felt the tears beginning to fall..
I shook my fist at God and cried "Haven't You taken enough away from me? Must You leave my heart forever broken and missing a piece?"
When out of nowhere, I heard a familiar voice filling my head...your voice. "You haven't lost a piece of that loving heart, silly goose; that's the piece I picked up before I made the final cross over and hold in my heart; holding your love for me safe until we see each other again when we can put the pieces back together; reuniting our hearts as one; my love to your love; your love to my love...a love that survived all that was thrown at it; even though we had to part our separate ways for a short time. You, silly goose, were my first love; and don't you know that the magic of "first loves" never die?
I fell to my knees, but not in grief, although that will never end; but in peace, laughter; the laughter that I was yours; and happiness; now positive you are at peace...finally at peace from what Vietnam left in your memories.
Rest in Peace, my love; be with all those who have gone before you and who you cherished during your time here on earth; but make sure you save a place for me and please be there to take me once more in your arms as we did when we first met; when my time comes to cross over the veil....
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