Something I wrote in the early hours the day of my wife’s funeral while not being able to sleep, Until I see you again my dear wife Maura 
Waves of Grief:
You feel like you are a lonely pebble on a beach hoping that one day the sea will not reach.
But the waves do not stop constantly washing over you, some great, some small, some never reaching you at all.
Some days the tide will not get to you but, instead the rain will come, and you feel life again will never be fun.
Some times you will be dry and warmed with the sun hoping that better days will come.
But the waves keep coming to dampen your day, but you will keep praying they just might go away.
Sometimes it hits you like an uncontrollable tidal wave and all you can do is try and be brave.
Life is relentless going on and on until one day we will all will be gone.
Then you remember on a beach you are surrounded by tiny grains of sand, and you are not alone at all, but surrounded by friends and family giving support to us all.
Dedicated to my darling wife Maura rest in peace love you always 
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