It’s been a year since Paul died; a year since I became Just Frances again. I made the drive to his grave in Cle Elum today to bring him some tulips from our yard. He would have loved to see how bright they are in the flower beds and I wish that he was here to admire them on our mantle.
My sister took some tulips up for him yesterday – similar colours to those I brought – and Paul’s family took tulips up to his grave in England. Tulips are my favourite flowers, so that’s what he seems to get now. I hope he doesn’t mind…
Paul, you are always in my heart and on my mind. I miss you much, but I don’t regret an ounce of this pain because it means I loved deeply and truly. I luv ya, luv. xx
Miss You Much
The Clumsy Lovers
I miss you much, but I don’t regret
I sense your touch, that hasn’t left me yet
You know a mournful ending don’t ruin a precious start
A painful parting don’t mean a bitter heart
And gracious your beauty
Goodness your soul
Everything’s changed, and you’re not here
But you keep climbing into my dreams somehow
Your voice is strange, but the words are clear
You’re saying “Love me now, love me now, love me now, love me now”
and I do… I do love you.