Men Who Care

Hi everyone I hope you are all well, it has been a while since I have been on here, I have been getting my life back together, I am now back on top and things are going good for me thanks to the support I received from all of you. Some good news, I have a new show  on the 29 September it's my Men in Black show, Johnny O'Keefe and Roy Orbison at the Sandgate Tow Hall I would love to see some of you there tickets are only $11.50 get more info and tickets here http://www.stickytickets.com.au/12702 well again guys thanks and I wish you all the best.

Hi iclay. Sitting here without her for another nite I am finding it very hard to find any passion at this stage. Im looking for it still but no dice. Its not the quiet that kills me. we could say I love you without words. Its the way she made the room feel. The essence of the girl.

as for the poems the only reason I would do a book is to help others like

us,but I dont think most of them would help any one.

I get the key to mine andJosh's new house on monday that she helped buy. Im painting it in her colours. So bittersweet, Our first home and shes not here. I know its great and she would be pleased but I cant feel a damn thing  but sorry shes not with me.

Six months ago I lost you

I know I'll never be the same

Our memories they haunt me

yet they somehow keep me sane

Lonely is a word

I nev er really knew

so long without you now

I guess were old friends too

Lonely dosent mention

the complete absence of light

It dosent tell how my fires gone out

and may never reignite

It dosent say I miss you

every second, every day

It doesnt say how lost I've been

since you went away

Lonelycant know how much

one man can depair

it cant count the times I cry

knowing your not there

It dosent mention what to do

now that you are gone

Of how I try to fill to fill the days

or why they are so long

Hi iclay. Sitting here without her for another nite I am finding it very hard to find any passion at this stage. Im looking for it still but no dice. Its not the quiet that kills me. we could say I love you without words. Its the way she made the room feel. The essence of the girl.

as for the poems the only reason I would do a book is to help others like

us,but I dont think most of them would help any one.

I get the key to mine andJosh's new house on monday that she helped buy. Im painting it in her colours. So bittersweet, Our first home and shes not here. I know its great and she would be pleased but I cant feel a damn thing  but sorry shes not with me.

Six months ago I lost you

I know I'll never be the same

Our memories they haunt me

yet they somehow keep me sane

Lonely is a word

I nev er really knew

so long without you now

I guess were old friends too

Lonely dosent mention

the complete absence of light

It dosent tell how my fires gone out

and may never reignite

It dosent say I miss you

every second, every day

It doesnt say how lost I've been

since you went away

Lonelycant know how much

one man can depair

it cant count the times I cry

knowing your not there

It dosent mention what to do

now that you are gone

Of how I try to fill to fill the days

or why they are so long

Hi Garry,Maybe you have found a new calling in life.Maybe it's time to put the poems into a book.Maybe you might even write a book.Our lives a filled with possibilities and dreams.I still shed a tear about Erin every now and then. And may do for ever but I am not concerned as to how or when will I stop.I know it won't.One thing about my journey so far is that I have such a passion for life and I am sure that is exactly what is meant to be.Use the page for all that it is worth, we are always just a click away.Put some of your work on here too if you want.Talk to you guys later..

Hi Annies, thanks for taking an interest.

It seems that every day I learn a new way to miss her. I was seeing

a counsellor and I guess that it was helping. My job made it impossible to keep going. My/her friends ask me are you ok and I always answer yes I am,Im just not happy.

For a bloke who never did before I seem to to write alot of poems, mor than 20 of them at this point. most of them are just for me but some of them I share with friends. Just not the really dark ones.

Weekends are bad. That was our time. we would go camping alot. They seem to go on forever with her not here.

Im taking time out this weekend to go to her favourite place and watch some DVDs I havent seen yet. Im hoping if I can watch them once it will make it easier to watch them again.

Hello Garry, I've been very touched to read of the openess and clarity with which you express your pain and loss. Yes, the men here have all expressed such wonderful empathy and of themselves. Its great to see the encouragement you have found here. Hang in there, we all greive differently. As I read your story, I also see you recognising that which you are grateful for (regardless of  the disease progression). That is VERY POWERFUL. Also you know your late wife would want the best for you, to live your life and care for your family. Those are the two things that helped me to move forward, to get direction and purpose, when the fog seemed  inpenetratable. Reality is quite often differernt to our perception. Yes it can be a long way through, but through you will go. These little rememberences, that you have been blessed with will guide you. I recall something someone said; about the earliest ships with only compass and stars for navigation, that when they went into fog they would hold their bearing, and eventually come out on course. Keep your bearings you hvae mentioned, You will come through. I do recommend speaking with a counsellor, cancer council or palliative care dial up, if you can't get to one. Keep expressing yourself, very healthy. I found much care and empathy amongst church family, counsellors, family and friends.  I was often surprised by  who gave words of soothing love and encouragement, hang with them, maybe your fish :) hope will lift you up as you grieve and rest. 

sorry about my ordinary typing but im still learning.

sorry about my ordinary typing but im still learning.

I made it out for a fish this morning. it was good and bad. I missed my 7.30 phone call from her asking what should i get get out for dinner..Im trying to pack a house and maryanne is a constant distraction. She is everywhere in this place.