When I looked out over the patio tonight I noticed a single star,
With fog so dense you couldn't see the moon, I knew it could only be you.
I stared at you for a while hoping for a reason,
Then realized at that very moment that you weren't gone at all,
In fact you are and always will be alive in our hearts and memories,
Your love is strong Leo,
So strong in fact that it has burned a hole in the fog,
Just so that the light of you can keep us warm and protected at night.
Though night shall fade and day shall come,
I know that you will not have abandoned me,
For you are now my shadow that guides and protects my day,
I know now that I shall never walk alone again,
For you will always be there holding my hand.
One would not think to ever hurt me,
For they will see my Father/Husband at my side,
And know that a man of great stature and power protects me.
I will sleep easy tonight,
Knowing that you are there beside me,
When I feel that extra bit of warmth and security at night,
I know it is but your arms wrapped around me.
I am Never Alone, And You Are Never Forgotten.
Jason Deline,
This poem was inspired by the actual star that you read about in this poem.
This Poem is dedicated to Judy and Dawn, Leo's beloved wife and daughter. His passion, His life.
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I lost my husband on March 8, 2009. He was 29 and died of a heart attack in his sleep. We had 2 boys: ages 3 and 1. I know how you feel. The pain was so immense, like nothing I had ever felt...
Never Alone, A Father And Husbands Protection
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Jason Deline
Published by Family Friend Poems July 2006 with permission of the Author.
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I lost my husband on March 8, 2009. He was 29 and died of a heart attack in his sleep. We had 2 boys: ages 3 and 1. I know how you feel. The pain was so immense, like nothing I had ever felt before. A part of me died that day. I haven't been the same since. I cannot hold a job and have been to numerous counselors and psychiatrists. They could not help me. I still remember every detail from that day. But the funeral and days following, I don't even know who was watching our kids. I was a wreck. I still cry for him at least once a week and think of him every day. Everyone tells me I need to move on and get over it. It's been 8 years and I still can't. If they were in my shoes I doubt they would say that. I wanted to know how you were coping. I just need someone, anyone to help me. Thank you for your time.