Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Second Anniversary

Today is the second anniversary of my husband's and best friend's passing.  Going through old emails, I discovered this poem that Ron had sent to me in 2006 - sent to him by his friend Lou, both retired members of the RCMP. 

Today I had every intention of being strong but it was not meant to be.  I will now embrace the day, think of Ron - as I do every day - and remember his tender love,  his gentle kiss and his loving embrace.  I miss his love, his laugh and his silly jokes.  I will continue to follow my dreams with the inspiration instilled by this amazing man.  I love you, Husband. 

                            A policeman stood before his God,
                                As must always come to pass,
                            He hoped his boots were shining,
                                Just as brightly as his brass. 

                            "Step forward, now, policeman,
                                How shall I deal with you?
                            Have you always turned the other cheek?
                                To my church have you been true?"

                            The policeman squared his shoulders and
                                said "No, Lord, I guess I ain't.
                            'Cause those of us who carry guns
                                Can't always be a saint.

                            "I've had to work most Sundays,
                                And at times, my talk was tough,
                            And at times, I've been violent,
                                'Cause the world is awfully rough.

                            "But, I never took a penny
                                That wasn't mine to keep,
                            Though I worked a lot of overtime
                                When the bills got just too steep,

                            "And I never passed a cry for help
                                Though at times, I shook with fear.
                            And at times, God forgive me,
                                I've wept unmanly tears.

                           "I know I don't deserve a place
                                Among the people here.
                            They never wanted me around,
                                Except to calm their fears.

                            "If you've a place for me here, Lord,
                                It needn't be so grand.
                            In life, I didn't expect or need too much,
                                So if you don't, I'll understand."

                            There was silence all around the throne,
                                Where the saints had often trod,
                            As the policeman waited quietly
                                For the judgement of his God.

                            "Step forward now, brave officer,
                                You've born your burdens well.
                            Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets,
                                You've served you're time in Hell."

                                                                        -Author Unknown

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