Sympathy Quotes

In the beauty of her youth
My wife was bold and full of truth.
Our lives together started strong
But soon we noticed something wrong.
A bottle slips from her right hand
We dance much less to our favorite band.
The morning headache that comes and goes
The loss of feeling in her toes.
One doctor says he has no guess
The next one says She has M.S.
Now I must watch my love so pure
wither from which there is no cure.
Our years are filled with joy and pain
A type of life one can’t explain.
Yet by her side I’ll always be
As she slowly dies in front of me.
With God as my witness I’d give up my life
If it would spare the pain of my sweet wife.
And when I die and God I see
I’ll ask, Why her and why not me?

(By Richard A. Rousay II)

This hard facade hides in anguish so unreal,
an unrelenting torment you’d never want to feel.
Look here, here past my eyes,
to find where pain forever lies.
A fate so much worse than death,
misery lingers on my every breath.
Now with all loves energy spent,
my heart is left twisted and bent.
Your heart, your love eluded me,
mine is a love, you could never see.
Yes, I’m the one, the one who cares,
and I’m the one who will be there.
I’ll carry you over stormy tides,
but I’m left hollow here inside.
Cursed to a sad loveless existence,
still driven by passion so intense.
My strength is drained, I’m left helpless,
I’m drowning in darkened emptiness.
I can’t see past tomorrow,
without you I’m left hollow.
I am hollow
I am the hollow man
Here before you I stand
Yes, I am the hollow man

(By Keith Osborne)
(Dedicated to Maria Duvall)

My love, it’s been a week since you went away.
Honey, I miss you more and more each day.
It seems like a dream that never ends,
You were loved so much by your many friends.
I know in my heart, you’re in a better place,
But it’s hard not to see your pretty face.
I knew in my heart that the die was cast,
The Lord was calling you home at last.
But I still had hopes, a miracle would be,
And you would get well, so I could see,
You once again, the way you were before
That tumor took you far from shore.
I guess I’m being selfish for wanting you here,
God needed you more, away up there
So goodbye, my Love, thanks for the ride
Some day we’ll meet on the other side,
Until that time, when we shall meet,
I love you Honey, save me a seat.

(By Fred N. Cloninger Jr)
(Written for his wife of 49 years)

My love looks like a girl to-night,
But she is old.
The plaits that lie along her pillow
Are not gold,
But threaded with filigree,
And uncanny cold.
She looks like a young maiden, since her brow
Is smooth and fair,
Her cheeks are very smooth, her eyes are closed,
She sleeps a rare
Still winsome sleep, so still, and so composed.

Nay, but she sleeps like a bride, and dreams her dreams
Of perfect things.
She lies at last, the darling, in the shape of her dream,
And her dead mouth sings
By its shape, like the thrushes in clear evenings.

(By D.H. Lawrence)

The house is empty now, and so am I.
The silence is all around me
and penetrates my every step.
If I listen to music, it pierces my soul
and brings up tears on its way out.

I see her picture on several walls,
giving a momentary glow
to days gone by, filling those rooms
with love’s reflections, as I pass through.

I go out and return, but the routine and the voices
beyond this place cannot come back with me.
I am stripped and searched at the door,
humbled as I lean upon the entrance way.
I may only take the emptiness in.

That doesn’t seem necessary,
since it abides here anyway.
The house is empty now,
and so am I.

(By Reverend William E. Gramley)

Love lingers. Her perfume
I smell all around me. Her voice
I hear soothingly in my dreams
where she still lives. Her touch
awakens my skin and my soul.
Her smile is etched in my mind
where it warms my heart. Her pain
speaks to me of her courage, the
strength of her last days. Her
gentleness is reflected in those
who gave her care. She vanishes.
And I am overwhelmed with grief.
But her love lingers
and gives me strength.

( by Richard Fife)