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Living With Guilt...Betty.


In Memory Of Betty...My Forever Friend.
Gone From My Life, Never Gone From My Mind.

Why is it that things happen?
Things so awful and sad,
And how on earth do we carry the guilt?
The guilt from something so bad!

Why do we take the blame?
And make our shoulders sag so…
How can we bear to lose them?
When It's so very hard to let go!

Russian roulette that's what life is,
We never know when our time is nigh,
But in sickness and health we silently watch,
As our loved ones lose the battle and die.

That year we had such empathy,
We went through hell and back,
The dice had rolled, how would we fare?
And would God cut us some slack?

We shared our thoughts, and how we felt,
And supported each other at length,
Leaned on each other, cried our tears,
And gained on each others strength!

We talked of things so taboo,
Things we knew we couldn't tell,
For fear of scaring them, as we were scared,
So we shared our time of hell.

We laughed we cried, we sat quiet,
Deep in thought of the future ahead,
And chatted about the thing we feared,
We feared what couldn't be said.

We laughed at our wigs we called rats,
And at our baldy heads too,
We even laughed at the epilepsy we got,
And the trials that we both went through!

So we supported each other at length,
And cried on each others shoulder,
Let out the pain and hurt we felt,
And the fear of not getting older!

We shared so much that year,
My best friend, Betty…and I…
We faced the thing that's so taboo,
The fear that we might die!

So on we went in life,
We cried and laughed and had fun,
In-between all the scary part,
Because our lives weren't yet done!

But every day I saw her,
She was slipping away from me,
Wandering in her mind,
And pain was all she can see.

‘What will I do?' She asked me,
Tears streaming down her face,
‘How do I carry this?'
‘I don't want to leave this place!'

For we knew with all certainty,
That her time was getting near,
The time for her to leave us,
When her mind was so unclear!

She smiled to me that one last time,
And said there has to be better for her ahead,
And then said; ‘Don't cry for me.'
‘I'm not scared of being dead.'

So we sat and held each other close,
And cried our tears until we were dry,
And all over again, we hugged…
For we were finally saying goodbye!

Then one day she didn't know me,
She'd forgotten, was confused and more,
She'd lost her strength, her fight,
She was entering through that other door.

How do I deal with the guilt?
Of how I was to live and yet she died,
Many tears I shed over this,
Many times I have cried.

I can't get rid of the guilt,
For she was so good, and kind and sweet,
All I can think for the reason she went,
Was because God wanted her sitting at his feet!

They say he only takes the best,
And this one thing I know for sure,
He certainly took the best that day,
When he guided her through that door!

So when you grow weary of the trials in life,
And when you wish it to be that you would die,
Stop, think, and retract that thought!
Because thats one thought I'll never understand why!

So remember this well...
And never forget...
Make the most of your life...
For its not over yet!



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