At Eighty years old I’ve been to many funerals in my life .Friends ,Neighbours they all held their own sadness . But yours … yours was the worst,

The feeling of never seeing you again which I know you would hate me to say .You believed our souls would forever be intertwined and we would find eachother in every life .But I have to admit seeing you lowered into the ground and a mere stone being placed to resemble your whole life .I have to admit that broke me .

You would laugh if you saw me now sat next to your grave my head in my hands .Tears rolling onto the soil that separates you from me , Physically anyway .you would say “ Gosh I didn’t know I meant that much to you “ in that sarcastic way you always used and “ don’t spoil my grave with your snotty nose and runny eyes “ .It even makes me laugh a little between the tears to know you would think me ridiculous.I almost hope you would say them then at least I could hear your voice if only to complain at me .

I wipe my eyes on the back of my sleeve and stand up .Right enough now I say come on you will be ok .I place a rose on top of the grave and plant a kiss onto the soil .”See you in anouther life my love “