|Thanks, I'll give a little background on that poem. Joyce and I married in 1980 after being together a few years and our son and daughter were both born in December of the years 1984 and 1986.|
In the summer of 1989, I came home from work and there was a letter on the kitchen counter and my wife and children were gone. Joyce had gotten an apartment and a lawyer and had me served divorce papers a few days later.
The situation was very serious and some of my friends in that photo talked to Joyce and all reported back that Joyce didn't love me anymore and my marriage was over.
I refused to believe that and wrote that poem. Quite literally the poem saved our marriage and we even renewed our wedding vows in church.
The poem was very special for both of us, but of course it took on a whole new meaning for me after Joyce passed from a sudden heart attack while at work in 2004.
I've always considered the poem as a gift and it has been a comfort for me in the two hardest times of my life.
The poem was read at her funeral and it will be read at mine someday.
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