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In
Loving Memory
of
Cindi
Sherre thank you for this beautiful gift!
((HUGS))
Come take my hand, the road is long,
We must travel by stepping stones.
No, you're not alone. I'll go with you.
I know the road well, I've been there.
Don't fear the darkness, I'll be with you.
We must take one step at a time,
But remember we have to stop awhile.
It is a long way to the other side,
and there are many obstacles.
We have many stones to cross,
Some are bigger than others.
Shock, denial and anger to start,
Then comes guilt, despair and loneliness.
It's a hard road to travel, but it must be done.
It's the only way to reach the other side.
Come, slip your hand in mine.
What? Oh yes, it is strong,
I've held many hands like yours.
Yes, mine was once small and weak like yours.
Once, you see, I had to hold someone's hand
In order to take the first step.
Oops, you stumbled! Go ahead and cry.
Don't be ashamed, I understand.
Let's wait here awhile and get your breath.
When you're stronger, we'll go on --- one step at a time.
There's no need to hurry.
Say, it's nice to hear you laugh,
Yes, I agree, the memories you shared are good.
Look, we're halfway there,
I can see the other side.
It looks so warm and sunny.
Oh have you noticed? We're nearing the last
stone and you're standing alone!
And look at your hand, You've let go of mine.
We've reached the other side.
But wait, look back.
Someone is standing there.
They are alone and want to cross the stepping stones.
I'd better go, they need my hand.
What? Are you sure? Why yes, go ahead, I'll wait.
You know the way, you've been there.
Yes, I agree! It's your turn, my friend.
"Stepping Stones"
By Barbara Williams,
Compassionate Friends Fort Wayne, Indiana
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