Letting Go

It's been a year since Jamie's spirit passed on. And since her death, I've walked up to her peaceful grave, laying but a sweet flower upon her tombstone. With each second that passes by as I stare down at her tombstone, a tear rolls down. Memories of what she had taught me about love, faith, and hope flooded into my mind and I realized that I not only lost her, I had lost a part of myself as well.

I close my eyes and tried to keep in the tears that have nearly consumed me throughout the year. Jamie, my sweet Jamie, who had done nothing but good in this world is gone from this earth and is in someone elses arms, not of mine, but of God's. I still remember how beautiful she looked in the play that brought us both together, on our wedding day, and ultimately on her death. She had that sweet softness that not even I could comprehend. I bright smile that seemed to light up the world bring it out of darkness. And a heart that showed me the depths of the human soul, and the joy and pain of living.

I knew with all my heart, that I loved her, but still, I couldn't let go. I couldn't let go of the memory, I couldn't let go of the lasting presence she had left in my heart. I couldn't let go of her.