It’s been three years. March 5th was the third anniversary of Mitch’s passing. Funny how I still can’t say his “death” — too hard for some reason. I spent that day with Mitch’s best friend and my close friend, whom I have breakfast with every week. When we spoke of the day, she told me she had touched every piece of Mitch’s artwork in her home that morning. I was so moved by this gesture, and I know Mitch would have been as well.
The first year I came across a poem that truly spoke to my feelings of grief. I know that anyone who has suffered the loss of a loved one will be able to relate.
’Tis a Fearful Thing
- Judah Halevi
’Tis a fearful thing
to love what death can touch.
A fearful thing
to love, to hope, to dream, to be -
to be,
And oh, to lose.
A thing for fools, this,
And a holy thing
to love.
For your life has lived in me,
your laugh once lifted me,
your word was gift to me.
To remember this brings painful joy.
’Tis a human thing, love,
a holy thing, to love
what death has touched.
This is the price we pay for loving someone, but it's all worth it to have had that time with your loved one.