Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
Grief: Deep mental anguish, as that arising from bereavement.
October 2, 2005, our lives forever changed as I watched the innocence fade from the eyes of 3 young children as they learned their father was gone. I watched tears relentlessly fall as I told my mother and father that the man they thought of as a ‘Son’ had left this earth. I watched the guilt build as my sister embraced her children and tried to explain to them ‘WHY‘ he was gone.
The Ripple Effect
In the days and months that followed his death, the fallout continued to ripple endlessly. So…
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In memory of Joseph Martin. We will always remember your smile and never forget how depression robbed us from it for the rest of our lives.