ADIEU, MON AMOUR

My husband, Maxwell Clayton Lefebvre, passed into God's arms Saturday, November 10th, at 5:15 a.m.
He was 56 years old.  This song by John Denver is for him.
http://youtu.be/SrxAD33AG2U

HE IS GONE

I woke today and mourned,

recalled memories of the day we gazed

into each others eyes, and, reciting our vows,

devoted ourselves each to the other,

hands clasped tightly together.

I recall campfires, games, a thieving squirrel,

many shared experiences in peaceful surroundings;

remember how you swooped me into your arms

to carry across the threshold of our first home.

I laugh recalling the baby skunk experience,

smile as I picture the first time we met

our son as you tenderly touched his hand

and held mine.

I remember many moments treasured

only by me, memories which flash by,

scrolling through my mind,

memories filled with joy, laughter, love

and also tears and hurt.

I can almost hear your voice singing,

smell the campfire, and feel

our shared serenity.

I embrace the moments,

appreciate their comfort.

Adieu, mon amour.

FIERCE, FIERY AND FABULOUS FALL

Fall is so fabulously fiery.  Some trees seem to be ablaze.  I just love the brilliance of colors and they help to brighten up the gray rainy scenery.  Every where I go my eyes catch the bright colors and I find myself saying OHHH or AHHH.  I love how some trees are red, some orange, some wine, some a blend of color.

 

I love the way Fall is singing it final aria loudly and vibrantly.  It is a pleasure to witness.

I hope you are enjoying falls gown as much as I.