On the morning of my husband's funeral, I wanted to write something to share with family and friends what the years had meant to us. I started to write a poem, and this is what I wrote. My feelings were not sad since I did my serious grieving silently for 21 months from the moment he was first diagnosed with cancer. I have written about seasonal feelings, joyous celebrations, ode to giving voice to an inanimate object and this dedication to my husband at his funeral 2 years ago.