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Unique Times

Where I share my jewels of wisdom of life

body of water during dawn

I thought we had forever 
Or at least another day,


To share one last sunrise and sunset 
Of the sky turning from blue to orange gray.  
We would reminisce over days gone by,
Laugh and smile and sometimes cry.


Happy tears and sad,
remembering the silliest of times
and the most unbearable.
We always had a hand to hold 
and someone to wipe our tears.


And now I sit here waiting for you
So I can hug you and say goodbye,
And let you know,
I will always love you…….  


Because I thought we had forever, 
or at least another day.

Copyright © 2022 Cindy Georgakas
All Rights Reserved 

I wrote this with my aging parents, my husband and dear friends in mind. Sometimes I forget and think life will go on the same way forever, and then I remember my grandmother’s and dear friends and clients passing and I think again. My kids often say “you’re not allowed to get old or die”. Loosing a dear friend last week was another reminder to share what’s in our hearts while we still can.


This will be a little long so please feel free to scroll to what suits you.

A Tribute to our Dear Friend Rich Lawson

Meet Rich Lawson. He touched our lives in ways I can’t even explain. He was not only our first daughter, Narnical’s 3 and 4th grade teacher but our dear friend. We went to the same church and my husband taught Sunday school with his wife and our friend Vicky. He was a strong presence sitting front and center anchoring all of us every week while we sang in the choir, taught or performed. He was not only an amazing teacher, husband, and grandfather, friend but poet, director and creator of plays and author.

He wrote a poem to his wife Vicky, every single day of their married life for nearly 34 years. They met at Unity Spiritual Center in Palo Alto, Ca 34 years ago to the day where we all came together to celebrate his life and what would have been their 34th wedding anniversary. Honestly, I have NEVER seen a marriage like this in my life and I’m not sure that I ever will again. At one point a group of of us we’re talking about how rare this is and it occurred to me that this is what everyone thinks or hopes marriage will be like. We all laughed saying “little do they know, they are one in a million literally and it is the storybook marriage everyone wants that rarely exists”.  Maybe it had something to do with it being a second marriage and meeting in church, or never having children together (although Vicky is an incredible stepmom and Grandmother to Jack), I’m not sure, but it was undeniable when you were around them and so endearing. It truly was a fairy tale that really did come true!

We were scheduled to go over and bring lunch and Vicky thought he was improving, although he was not able to talk much. She was looking forward to it but I had this funny feeling Rich just wanted to be with her all by himself and not see anyone. The next day she called and burst into tears saying Rich was dying but she didn’t know how long it would be. She said, “come tomorrow, I know he would love it and you can help bless him and help him cross over, he loved you guys”. We were ready to go and I got the text that he had transitioned. It was heartbreaking and yet I knew it was exactly how he wanted it. She stayed with him with hospice at home and stayed with him as long as she could, drinking him in one last time, the way it had always been with these beloved souls: His angel Vicky at his side 4 ever and eternity.

Rich and Vicky’s wedding in Maui June 23rd 1989

Angel of my dreams, light of light, creator of beauty, and maker of happiness.  You are the princess who has turned me into something much better than I was.  You are the golden dream of mine come true, the sweet music I have heard, the arms of love. You are all things good and I love you more than I can ever say.  I love you, my angel. Rich Lawson  

He taught at Nueva School which fostered passion for life long learning. He took kids who didn’t fit in and within a few weeks they each found their place in an otherwise mixed up world. He created musicals and parts for them individually. One of his students in her 40’s with 2 kids attributed her job as a journalist to his influence and believing in her. She said he created a song for her to sing by Shel Silverstein and she felt it was made her and her alone. She never felt comfortable singing in a group or play piano and to this day, it’s the only song she can sing and play on the piano.

When my daughter got up to talk, she burst into tears and was so emotional she couldn’t share any of her sentiments at all. I went up to comfort her in the way I would when she was small and the beauty was, she actually let me, which was heartfelt. She had lead roles in the plays and really developed so much self confidence and became a teacher as a result of his nurturing. There wasn’t a dry eye in the house.

Narnical a little younger here but I remember her in pink and white singing Swinging on a Star in one of Rich’s plays! Such happy days! I know it’s on a VHS somewhere but we don’t have a player anymore.

For me, I remembered teaching while nursing one of my 4 kids and my husband in another room teaching with another group of students with Vicky. I still have no idea how we taught with 4 kids 6 and under. Vicky was also our Chaplin. I hadn’t been back to church for at least 15 years and memories came flashing back of all of us in church singing, holding hands and singing Let There Be Peace on Earth. My mom was with us and still goes to the same church so it was a heartfelt experience. I can’t help but think this too was touching for my daughter which left her speechless.

You are the heavenly light of my life – the spring time that fills the air with buds and flowers – the twilight in it softness – the birdsong in the morning. You are the flutter of angel wings brushing against my cheek, you are the rocking waves along a beach, you are stars to wish up and clouds to dream.  You are a lover sending an ache to my body.  You are this and much more.  I am so lucky.  I love you – always. Rich Lawson

Rich’s Books for sale: His Memory Lives on in our hearts and written words:

The Tree in the Middle of the Playground By Richard a Lawson

Rich’s book, The Tree in the Middle of the Playground can be purchased here on Amazon

Being from Missouri Rich wrote Something about Missouri where you can find more of his poetry here on Amazon

Rich wrote his own Eulogy in 2008 which has inspired me to start writing my own. Here is a copy of it below. All of us have a story and all of us especially here, make it our point of sharing ours with others. We are each important and inspirational in our own way. Rich always wanted to be famous Vicky said but he lacked the self confidence which is uncanny considering all that he gave to each person he met young or old. As the adage goes, sometimes we don’t become famous until we die. Vicky’s promise to Rich was at some point she will publish his love notes and he will become famous for being the best love note writer in the world. Rich will always be famous to me and my family, especially Narnical.

Rich’s last poem to Vicky:

TO THE MOON

The moon – artful dodger – plays tag with 
clouds, this Clare-de Lune friend who watches me 
watch you and shows me how love becomes a 
river in the sky, a sly way to be coy, to find
the path out of sight, to bring my ghost friends
near us both where we can show the silver moon 
how love becomes clearer in the reflected light 
that has been winking at me behind wisps
of clouds and if I look, this silver toy becomes
the sweet reflection of you, my love and we find
you in the dark, find you near the Milky Way, find 
you wherever love goes in its playful mood.  
The moon shows me my darling in the best light, she 
almost talks to be, telling me of how sweet this 
love we have is. This moonlight is a miracle and 
I love the game she plays – I can never get enough
of your lovely face, your sweet ways. 
I love you, my darling – always,
Rich

Rich Lawson
March 30, 2021

For those of you who care to read:

Rich’s Eulogy written in 2008

It wasn’t one of my better days.  I may have had worse days, although right now I can’t remember any.  I never realized how busy one can be in just dying.  I’m not even certain if my life flashed across my dimming consciousness, but for sure a lot of stuff was happening.  So, there it is.  I’m dead.  The beloved husband of Vicky.  I haven’t been dead very long, so I’m not sure if there are benefits, like, say, an end to guilt and shame and fear and inadequacy.  I hope so.  I’m not even certain where this new path leads, and whether or not it even is a path.  Right now I am just hoping for the best and trying to deal with the almost inexpressible sadness I feel from being separated from all that I have grown to love, especially my wife.  All I can tell you is that I am hopeful.

I have this feeling I should say something about my life.  I was born in Kansas City, Missouri in 1935, during the Great Depression. My dad had this thing about living in the country, so we moved to a small town when I was four. I was a smart kid, but from an early age, I preferred to be alone.  I had friends, but I remember spending a lot of time by myself.  During my childhood I was intoxicated by music and assumed I would grow up to be a composer.  That notion, for a lot of silly reasons, never happened.  Maybe next time.  During the ‘50s I went to university and, in 1960, married for the first time.  We had three children: Richard Jr., Karl and Karsten.  I love them.  They’re nice kids.  This may be a good place to say I was not much of a dad, and I am so sorry that I wasn’t.  I was never physically abusive nor was I a drinker, but I fell short on other scores, perhaps worse.  I was too impatient, too immature, too absent.  I could go on and on, but the truth is, I was never cut out to be a dad.  Socially, I was also a bust. I was unsure and frightened around adults.  And, even though it happened, I never understood how anyone could enjoy spending time with me. Let’s face it, I liked being alone where I could play the piano, listen to music, read, and write poetry. I liked spending time in church or going on long walks or driving across the desert.   

My first real job was as an engineer at Ford Motor Co.  I did well and we were transferred to Detroit.  There I got an M.A. in literature and left Ford to become an elementary school teacher.  This was a huge change for me and my family, and, in a few years my wife and I divorced.  After the divorce, I realized that I didn’t have to stay in Detroit, so I moved to California where I met my second wife, Vicky.  She is the one person I have adored.  We had a good life.  We loved each other, took care of each other and gave each other our best.  We were happy.

I taught for twenty-three years and loved almost every minute.  I never figured out how someone like me who loves solitude and is uncertain around adults, could be totally comfortable in a classroom full of children.  But I was, and I did a good job, maybe better than good. I showed the children how to laugh, how to relish their creativity, and how to write and love language. If I had it to do all over again, I’d still be a teacher.

And then there are the regrets.  I hope those I let down and disappointed, those I wasn’t nice to, and those I couldn’t reach will forgive me.

One of the sad things about dying is it’s not just your body that dies.  There are all of the memories that will never be shared.  They are gone.  For instance, it took me a long time to learn to love my father.  I think I am the only one in my family who did.  And now, my memories of him will never be passed on.  No one will remember him.  As if he never lived.

I’ll miss some things a lot:  classical music, jazz, reading, poetry, movies. I’ll miss martinis and chocolate and good coffee.  I’ll miss my children. Most of all I’ll miss my wife, Vicky.  But, somehow, I know I’ll continue to be close to her and whisper to her in quiet moments how much I love her and loved being in her life.  And, I know that every night, in those silent moments when sleep falls softly, I will kiss her a goodnight.

More information about Rich can be found at Lasting Memories

Thanks for stopping in and love and blessings to you and all those you love!

Stay Blessed and Happy,

💖

Cindy

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Nancy Richy
8 months ago

I’m writing through my tears. Such an incredible story, my friend; to say more would be an injustice. Thank you for sharing. 💔

~M
~M
8 months ago

This is such a touching post, Cindy. Made me teary-eyed. 🥲 What a wonderful way to say goodbye. 💫

~M
~M
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

💫❤️

Valerie Cullers
8 months ago

So lovely!!!

thereluctantpoet
8 months ago

Love this post!! So heartfelt and moving with a great message on time and life!
😊💕🌹

Keith
8 months ago

Cindy, what a wonderful tribute. He and his wife made a beautiful couple both when younger and as they aged. While the posed pictures are marvelous, I love him hugging her on the beach. I also love not only your poem, but that Rich wrote one to Vicky every day. That is cool and very inventive and romantic. Thanks for sharing his story and what he and they meant to your family. Keith

Keith
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

Cindy, thanks. Here is one from a friend.

To a well-spoken yogi and friend
Your loyalty to others never bends
Keep on writing, smiling and teaching
Your thoughts are so very far reaching
And, your appeal to our readers won’t end.

Namaste, Keith

Holly Hunter
8 months ago

This is a lovely tribute to an amazing husband and family man. He was truly special! Lovely post dear Cindy 💖🦋

GraceoftheSun
8 months ago

Such a beautiful, touching, heartfelt, and moving tribute, Cindy. Hugs and love.💕🙏💕

GraceoftheSun
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

💕❤️💕🙏

Marsha
8 months ago

Sweet post, Cindy. I loved his eulogy.

Marsha
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

I’m so sorry for your loss.

Vidisha Dalwani
8 months ago

This poem got my heart ❤

SamSahana
8 months ago

So moving. The fact that he wrote poems to his wife everyday for 34 years is the most romantic thing I’ve ever heard! Just how exquisitely beautiful is that! The last poem breaks my heart. It’s wonderful and written candidly without knowing that it’s the last indeed. May the man rest in peace in heaven’s soothing womb 🙏

francisashis
8 months ago

You have written it with joy as well as grief of departing from this beautiful earth for ever carrying all that hasn’t been expressed and will never ever be shared after the body stops its movement.Don’t worry about that and spoil your present,you are so creative therefore you keep creating beautiful poems and stories for those who will remain behind.Thanks a lot for sharing.Take care.🙏😊🌹

Lisa at Micro of the Macro
8 months ago

Cindy, I’m sorry for the loss of this great man for you, your family, and community. I, too, cried a bit while reading, was wowed by his persistent poem writing for his wife, and was moved by his eulogy. This is a beautiful write-up that you’ve shared, and I’m certain it means a lot to his wife. She must be lost without him. Much love & many blessings to you, Vicky, your daughter, and your Unity community. 🌞💕😢☮️🙏

Ingrid
8 months ago

Cindy, I cried my way through this whole post 😭😭😭 So beautiful ❤️❤️❤️

gabychops
8 months ago

Beautiful and heart-breaking.

Thank you.

Joanna

cheriewhite
8 months ago

Such a beautiful tribute to a great man, Cindy. I’m so sorry for the loss of your friend and daughter’s teacher. 🙏❤ This really hit me in the heart. Especially the part where your daughter became overwhelmed with tears. This really broke my heart for you all. These days, you don’t find many people like the man you described. 🌹💫 Know that you’re in my thoughts and prayers 🙏

cheriewhite
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

You’re more than welcome, Cindy. Teachers like him are rare, so, it’s especially difficult when we lose them. Give your daughter a hug for me.

Saliha Waseem
8 months ago

So beautiful and touching ❤️

Artist/Poet_JayMoraShihadeh
8 months ago

🙏🏻❤️ He sounds like a great guy. His eulogy was very moving. Great post Cindy, thanks for opening your heart and sharing this today! Condolences on the loss of your dear friend. 🙏🏻

Artist/Poet_JayMoraShihadeh
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

You’re very welcome 😊

tubasarwat
8 months ago

Touching post 🤗
Really, I got tears In my eyes reading this and thanks for sharing the staring life of your late friend.

tubasarwat
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

pleasure Cindy

Timothy Price
Timothy Price
8 months ago

That is a wonderful tribute, Cindy. Extremely touching. He will be missed very much.

Poet of the Light
8 months ago

Beautiful poetic tribute. I started a collection “After letters” I may start reposting soon that I think you’ll appreciate. None of their previous readers caught their common connection and I didn’t want to give the plot away.

Poet of the Light
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

Sounds good. Thank you.

Sarah Davis
8 months ago

Made me tear up…

Kym Gordon Moore
8 months ago

Oh my gosh Cindy, I am so choked up from reading your post, and just your title alone resonated with me. 🙏🏽 It sent a flood of memories through me because of so many family members we lost this year, including my one and only sister and best friend in July, a few days after my birthday. I enjoyed reading your memorial and that collage of pictures was a special touch. 💖❤💓

We always wish we had more time, but each time we lose someone, a family member, a colleague, or a dear friend, we reflect on how very precious the moments we have and what we do in that time truly are. ⏰ This piece is so heartwarming and thank you soooo very much for sharing this with your audience! I just can’t imagine how you managed to get through this composition. It is truly special! Stay well my friend! 🤗🥂💐

Kym Gordon Moore
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

Cindy you are such a doll. 🤗 Grief is a process, and I learned that the timing of this process is different with losing parents, siblings, close friends, and endearing relationships. I thought I had more time, especially with my sister. When I lost my parents, that void is a little different but still in my heart after 18 years for my mother and 8 years for my father. But loss makes you appreciate what you have. For those who I love and are still living, I have learned to embrace the value of our precious time together. I have learned not to sweat the small stuff that’s petty and meaningless. 😉

I think we learn to look at life so differently when we face such tragedies. I told my husband that it is so sad and tragic when someone passes away and they have contributed so much to society by making the world a better place in their own way. I struggle with the tyrants who wreak havoc on the lives of others. 😣 You truly have some deep memories to cherish. Personally, I wouldn’t add anything more to what you have already written. Use whatever you left out for another post, with your special message. 🌟🥰💐 Great job my friend! 👍🏽🎉🙏🏽

A Star on the Forehead
8 months ago

HI Cindy,
I am sorry for your loss.
This is such a beautiful tribute to a life well lived and loved.
Sending love and prayers to Vicky and all his loved ones!
Blessings! ♥♥

rockysilverrisa
8 months ago

With this post, I want to cry. You have done such a beautiful tribute.

SoundEagle 🦅ೋღஜஇ
8 months ago

Dear Cindy,

Acknowledgement is due to you for your profound and touching tribute for a human being who had been such an influence in you and your daughters’ lives. Mr Richard Lawson will definitely be missed by those who knew him and his contributions well. His essence will live on in his deeds and legacies that touch many hearts and minds.

I hereby salute and embrace you in your solid stance towards paying your respect for Richard who had ceased being “an amazing teacher, husband, and grandfather, friend but poet, director and creator of plays and author.”

Oh, Cindy, what a moving account and tribute you have composed here regarding Mr Richard Lawson!

SoundEagle in Birch Forest Landscape with Mushrooms is thinking of you and sending you and all of Richard’s relatives and friends deep condolences…..
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Yours sincerely,
SoundEagle

Phil
8 months ago

I’m so sorry to hear of the loss of your close family friend, dear Cindy. Yours is a heartfelt and honorable tribute to the person whose friendship was shared through your family, through the years. Such people are truly treasures, touching and enriching so many lives with their own. So true your words –
“I thought we had forever
Or at least another day”.
At times such as this, as we grieve and celebrate the goodness in those having gone before us, we often most clearly understand how blessed we were to have shared time with such special people. Thank you for sharing, my friend. God bless. 🙏🏼💖

bloggngnoggin
8 months ago

😢 We’re always wanting to have as long of time as we can
with people in our lives & we all know tomorrow isn’t promised to us
& we never get enough time with the 1’s we have in our lives to be
together as long as we want till they are gone & it’s too late.

But always know they are gone but not forgotten 💓

Navin
8 months ago

Heart touching sharing dear Cindy…I love your poem…the warmth of your poem has made to shiver…amazing that Rich wrote a poem every single day to Vicky for nearly 34 years…how beautiful….thank you very much such a beautiful sharing ❤️

Navin
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

You’re welcome, dearest Cindy…keep expressing from your heart & keep shining your light ✨❤️💫

Laleh Chini
8 months ago

So hear touching, awesome.👏👏👏👏

Laleh Chini
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

Always pleasure.💕

Laleh Chini
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

😍😍😍

Jeff Flesch
8 months ago

Wow. What beautiful poetry, pics, and the tribute is gorgeous, dearest Cindy. Much love to all of you. ❤️🌷🙏🌺

Jeff Flesch
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

You’re most welcome, dearest Cindy. Always! My pleasure to always send my heart and love to you. Have a lovely evening!! ❤️🥰

Miriam Hurdle
8 months ago

This is such a touching and beautiful post and tribute to your dear family friend, Cindy. I loved the poetry and his eulogy for himself. What sweet photos and memories. Thank you so much for sharing this. <3

Miriam Hurdle
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

We lost a dear friend in 2016 through to his accident. He was a neighbor and my husband’s best friend. He was depressed and didn’t want to do anything with anyone for two or three years. I missed him and missed doing things with him and hubby. I feel like I still see him and hear his laugh. I’m glad you shared. 💖

Nawazish
8 months ago

This is indeed. Nothing lasts forever. We should cherish whatever we have!

nushhe
8 months ago

this is sooo heart touching. I LOVED IT a lot Cindy. it made me vision my memories with my grandfather who I just lost last year.😔😊 No matter if the person is here or not, his/her love will always be with us and thats more important.🥰🥰

nushhe
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

grandpa actually😅😊 yes ❤️❤️thanks for that

katiemiafrederick
8 months ago

“You’re not allowed to get old or die”

SMiLes Dear Cindy Same Instruction

to My Wife So Far So Good At 51 too

Such A Lovely Poem And Tribute to Your

True FRiEnD Worth Every

Word Dear

New FRiEnD
My Motto is Treat

New FRiEnDS As Old
FRiEnDS Treat Old FRiEnDS

As New FRiEnDS And Live Like

This is the One And Only Breath For i

Too Have Faced That Last Breath in Life

Thrice Surely Changing The Current of My

Life to This Present Gift Evermore Now Living Real

For Inhaling
Peace Now

Exhaling Love
Naked Complete
Enough Giving Sharing
Caring Freely Ever more

This Breath This Love This
Life Worth Dying For Always Now
Gratitude For This Gift Always Worthwhile Now

Here Nope i Need Not Blast Off to Find Where

Heaven Is in a Warm Embrace in A Smile

WHere Words Change into SMiLinG

EYes Beyond Age Same As

A SMiLe Who

Sees the

Face of

Love Within
to BREaTHE
mY FRiEnD For ALL..
What i Learned When my
Mother Passed Away i Still Am
Her Love Every Loving Breath of Mine Still Hers…

And For my Only Child Ryan Who Never Smiled Only
Living in Pain for 51 Days i Carry A Smile For Him The

Feather
Now The
Wind mY Love…

Indeed This Way
He Never Dies or
Even Says Bye Bye Either…

For the Smiles Others Carry on
of Mine His Hers THeirs Ours True too..:)

katiemiafrederick
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

SMiles Dear Cindy From:
A Life Well Living

You Practice

Humanity

So Human
Your Breath

Rare A Treasure
‘These Days’
That Are
Those
Days Yet

Sad For Those
Who Never

Find

This
Breath
Of Humanity’s
LiGHT Out

Of

DarK

to:

Keep
Lit NoW🔥 ❤️ 🤗

Patricia Furstenberg
8 months ago

Such a touching tribute, Cindy.
*hugs*

inspirechief
8 months ago

Cindy, I am sorry for your loss. You wrote a beautiful tribute to Richard. I is rare to find someone like him and everyone who knew him are blessed. He set the bar high.

KK
KK
8 months ago

I like reading emotional pieces, but I had not gone through such a touching and moving post like this, starting from the poem itself. I’m really sorry for your loss. I felt every words of the post, Cindy. Much love 💖💗

KK
KK
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

You’re more than welcome 💖

Terveen Gill
8 months ago

This is such an emotional post. Your poem is so lovely. Another day… No one really knows, yet we still let so many moments pass by carelessly. The eulogy is honest and touching. When we find true love, it stays forever. I hope Rich’s soul rests in peace and that his friends and family find the courage and strength to deal with their loss. Much peace and healing to you. Take care, Cindy.

Terveen Gill
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

Yes, spam can be the Devil. Haha!
Thank you, Cindy. It’s so nice to connect with you. Have a great weekend! 🙂

Sheila “Spiral Sister” Murrey
8 months ago

Tears!! 😭
Loved Rich’s eulogy sooo much! ❤️🦋🌀〰️

boundlessblessingsblog
8 months ago

Dear Cindy, this is such a touching and beautiful read and a wonderful tribute by you to your dear family friend. He needs to go down in History for writing a poem each and every single day to his beautiful wife. Such a wonderful man. I loved his poetry and his eulogy for himself. Beautiful and great photos and memories. Thank you so much for sharing this lovely post, Cindy. Too good.

Daphny Aqua
8 months ago

Such a well written poem filled with emotions, the first line itself had me in tears reminded of my grandpa though its been 13 years the wounds pretty much still fresh. Loosing someone you love is hard, my heart goes out to you, your family, his family and all the one’s who deeply loved him. Stay strong dearest Cindy, and its such a beautiful tribute to him and I really loved reading his poem 💝

Michele Lee
8 months ago

Cindy, I am sorry for your loss. Your poem and tribute are a moving reminder of how fleeting life is and to embrace each day and those we love, even if we must do so from afar. 💞 Thank you for always being a beacon of light and love. 💖 Sending hugs to you. 🤗

michnavs
8 months ago

oh, dear Cindy this had me teared up. thank you for sharing this……thank you so much..

Offshorewriter
8 months ago

Sorry for the loss dear Cindy. It’s very much painful to face this reality 💔💔. Hope you and his family will be healed as time goes….A beautiful poem at the start ❤️❤️❤️. Take care dear Cindy

rothpoetry
8 months ago

So sorry to hear you lost such a dear friend! Your post is a worthy tribute to Rich. What an interesting eulogy! We are getting to the age when losing friends and family will happen from time to time. I am sure you will be there for his wife!
Dwight

rothpoetry
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

I just found out this week that one of my older cousins passed away. She was my sister’s age and a great person who cared for everyone!

rothpoetry
Reply to  Cindy Georgakas
8 months ago

Yes, I agree!

Candy
8 months ago

It really touched my heart. Such a beautiful way to say goodbye. May he rest in peace.🙏🏻

Gibberish
8 months ago

Such a heartfelt tribute to a wonderful man who left such long Lasting impression on so many people. My condolences Cindy. 💟💟

kegarland
8 months ago

This is a beautiful story, and I thank you for sharing it <3 I'm also sorry for your loss and am sending condolences.

I can't believe that he wrote his wife a poem every single day! Even I'm not sure I could come up with enough words to do that. It's the kind of love we see in movies and books, and I never thought I'd hear of an actual person who lived this way. That's remarkable.

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marlene ford gf Sesse
8 months ago

Dear Cindy, that is such a beautiful poem . And what an honor to have such lovely friends as the Lawson’s.your entire post was so beautifully written . You are an incredibly talented writer strong and courageous and a thousand miracles each day. Sending love to you and your family.💝

Curt Mekemson
8 months ago

Beautifully done, Cindy. Obvious heart-felt. A special friend. –Curt

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