The Hardest Part Of Love Is Letting Go

Sometimes love means letting go.

My friend, Lynn, died in a car accident.

We talked every day about our lives and our faith.

We laughed a lot together, too.

Lynn is a very warm, loving, compassionate person.

I feel happy for her because I know where she is, 

and more importantly, I know Who she is with.

And I know I will see her again, 

but until then,

I will miss her so deeply.

Here's a poem I wrote for Lynn...

TWIN SOULS

Two souls reunited

Once again,
My sister friend.

It was like we'd seen each other

In a dream somewhere

That we had almost forgotten,
But the dream never really ends.

Our spirits danced together

in that strange land,

where seeing her eyes,

was like looking into a mirror.

I knew her, and she remembered me.

And now she's free,

Dancing in that Secret Place

A little while before me.

On my great wake up morning
I will see her face to face.

With our Best Friend
There is no end.

He will introduce us once again.
Today I asked Him
to say hello to her for me.
She waits now in happy repose,
in that peaceful garden
and I will come to her
with a yellow rose.

Whenever I see yellow roses,

I will think about Lynn.