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It is
said
that
Time
flows
like a
river
and this
is true.
Time has
moved
on, and
we have
moved
with it.
But in
one of
the
great
paradoxes
of life,
time is
also
said to
stand
still.
This is
true
also.
It has been ten years since you
were
taken
from us.
That
truth
alone is
unfathomable
to us.
From the
moment
we
learned
that you
were
gone
from us,
it
seemed
impossible
to
survive
even one
day. Yet
here we
are.
Time has
indeed
flowed
into the
future
like a
river
flowing
from the
mountains
to the
sea. And
yet….Time
stands
still at
the
point of
knowing
that you
had been
taken
from us.
With
Time,
there
has been
healing.
If there
hadn’t
been, we
would
not have
been
able to
survive
these
past ten
years.
But,
everything
about
the day
you were
taken is
as fresh
and real
as it
was on
that
day. The
pain and
grief is
still as
sharp as
ever…at
times.
Mostly,
it is a
constant,
dull
ache
that you
somehow
learn to
live
with, to
incorporate
into
life, to
be able
to go
on. Yet,
there is
real joy
in our
lives,
as I
know you
would
want it
to be.
We have
learned
to live
without
you here
with us,
but your
absence
affects
every
part of
our
lives.
There is
joy,
yes, but
tempered
by the
reality
of you
not
being
with us
to share
that
joy.
We do continue to live life, to
move
forward,
to enjoy
the big
and
small
pleasures
of this
world.
But we
do so
still
with the
constant
knowledge
that it
is
incomplete
without
you.
However far the river of Time
flows,
that
will
always
be true.
You were
an
integral
part of
our
lives.
Nothing
can ever
change
that.
And as
long as
we live,
time
will
still be
frozen
in that
moment
of
knowing.
We will
continue
in
whatever
comes to
us in
this
life,
but we
will
always
do so
looking
over our
shoulders
to share
it with
you.
The thing that keeps us moving
forward,
living
life,
loving,
playing,
crying,
rejoicing,
is
knowing
that
Somewhere
in Time,
Somewhere
in that
River,
you are
there,
waiting
for us
and that
when we
are
reunited,
time
will no
longer
have
meaning.
It will
be as if
we were
never
parted
and our
joy will
once
more be
complete.
You are loved and missed beyond my
ability
to
express
in our
earthly
words.
You have
only to
read our
hearts
to know.
Jamie
McCombs
February
12, 1973
- May
12, 1998
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