......To loose A Special Person When death takes your special person, It hurts. It hurts in the middle of the day, In the middle of the night And in the middle of your stomach. It hurts to lose anyone Who has a special place in your heart. At first it isn`t real. It`s just a nightmare. Everything will be all right In the morning. But, of course, it isn`t. Morning brings reality, Mercifully dulled by shock And a feeling of numbness. Like a robot You move mechanically through The seconds, The minutes, The hours of the next few days. When death takes your special person, It hurts. It`s real at the graveside, When the finality Of death deals a reeling blow. And you feel As if part of your heart has been Wrenched from your body. It`s real in the days that follow. Long days. When the enemies Of fear and frustration Dog your steps. It will be real in the months ahead, When sleep refuses to come, And loneliness refuses to leave. When death takes your special person, It`s OK to ask, "Why?" Why me? Why now? Why ever? Oh,why,God,why? When death takes your special person, It`s OK to cry. It`s OK for men and women, For boys and girls. When death takes your special person, Reach out. Reach out and share the tears, The sorrow of others. Others who also hurt. When death takes your special person, It hurts. But, it hurts a little less with time. And still less with more time. How much time? More for some, And less for others. There is no prescribed Amount for recovery. But one morning You will wake up and your loss Will not be the first thing you think about. And then, you will know that it`s just a little Better than it was in the beginning. When death takes your special person, It hurts. And it specially hurts on special days. When death takes your special person, Give yourself some time, Just the right amount of time for you., Not too little, And not too much. And then do something different, Not too different. Just the right amount of difference To build a new memory or two.