Dedicated To Denyce

It's Hard to put in words, but I know that you still live in the Lord's hands, and I'm trying to live accordingly. I miss you more than words can say, Denyce, and I keep praying that He will let me see you again before long. You loving husband, Paul

From: "Paul A. Lathrop

Deep Sobs that start beneath my heart,

and hold my body in a grip that hurts.

The lump that swells inside my throat,

brings pain that tries to choke.

Then tears course down my cheeks,

I drop my  head in my so empty hands,

abandoning myself to deep dark grief,

and know that with the passing time will come relief.

That though the pain may stay,

there soon will come a day,

when I can say her name and BE AT PEACE.

                                          Author Norah Leney