When Tomorrow Starts Without Me
When tomorrow starts without me, and
I’m not there to see; If the sun should rise and find your eyes, all filled
with tears for me; I wish so much you wouldn’t cry, the way you did today,
while thinking of the many things, we didn’t get to say.
I know how much you love me, as much
as I love you, and each time that you think of me, I know you’ll miss me too;
But when tomorrow starts without me, please try to understand that an angel
came and called my name, and took me by the hand, and said my place was ready,
in heaven far above, and that I’d have to leave behind, all those I dearly
love.
But as I turned to walk away, a tear
fell from my eye, for all life, I’d always thought, I didn’t want to die. I had so much to live for, so much yet to do,
it seemed almost impossible, that I was leaving you. I thought of all the yesterdays, the good
ones and the bad, I thought of all the love we shared, and all the fun we had. If I could relive yesterday, just even for a
while, I’d say goodbye and kiss you and maybe see you smile.
But then I fully realized, that this
could never be, for emptiness and memories, would take the place of me.
And when I thought of worldly things,
I might miss come tomorrow, I thought of you, and when I did, my heart was
filled with sorrow.
But when I walked through heaven’s
gates, I felt so much at home. When God
looked down and smiled at me, from His great gold throne, He said, “This is
eternity, and all I’ve promised you”.
Today for life on earth is past, but
here it starts anew. I promise no
tomorrow, but today will always last, and since each day’s the same day,
there’s no longing for the past.
But you have been so faithful, so
trusting and so true. Though there were
times you did some things you knew you shouldn’t do.
But you have been forgiven and now at
last you’re free. So won’t you take my
hand and share my life with me?
So when tomorrow starts without me,
don’t think we’re far apart, for every time you think of me, I’m right here, in
your heart.
David M.
Romano
Dear Mom,
Karrie shared this poem with me last week. She stumbled upon it, while going through the hundreds of cards from the funeral. She typed it up and emailed it to me. I really love this poem. It is so true.
Things are starting to settle around here, and it isn't coming as easy as I thought it would. Even when you know death is coming and you have months to prepare, it is still hard. Even though you and I had a great relationship with no regrets or fighting, it is still hard. I miss your sweet voice that would call me Sunday evenings to see how the weekend went. You were so busy on the weekends with Glen, that I always waited for you to call on Sunday Nights when I knew things were calming down on your end. I got some alone time yesterday, and I ran some errands. I ended my trip at TJ Maxx, and just bought some little household things that would make me feel better. Two new coffee mugs, a new rug, and vegetable peelers. Exciting, huh?
T shared the picture of you above with me last week. I am not 100% sure on where it was taken. Part of me thinks it is possibly Matt Brekke's wedding, but I am not 100% sure. The picture went semi viral on Facebook and people couldn't get over how much I look like you. It made me smile to think I look as beautiful as you, as you know people aren't usually huge fans of how they see themselves in the mirror each day.
Love, Dew Bug (You called me this for years...my little Dew Bug)
