That Day In December

My Tootsie has left me, she had to go home, I was not ready to be left all alone.

I feel so very lonely and yet I know, she is so happy and will never be alone.

I will always remember that day in December, holding hands all afternoon, before she had to go home.

Now holding her memories so near and so dear, they will keep me going from year to year.

I visit her grave and know she is near, I have no fear as I soon will be here.

Ingrid was a Proverbs 31 woman. I miss her very much, more than I have ever experienced in our lives together. We were married for 30 years and 211 days.

Yesterday while watching the Bengals playing I guess it stirred up another poem to my sweetheart. December 11, 2022 I was watching them play while holding her hand all afternoon until she left me around 6:30pm, as she left this earth and went home to be with Jesus.

I wish everyone could of known this sweet lady called Ingrid. She was truly a blessing to everyone who had any contact with her for even a few minutes. I will continue to post these as they are created. I’m no poet but I try to give her the honor due this fine young lady that I Love so much.

Please give your wife or husband the gift of loving them with your complete being as time is so short and life with them can end so fast. I am so proud of Ingrid and her example of living a godly life to the best of her ability and allowing me to experience the kind of love that will never die.

As much as I love her, this is the kind of love we are to have for the Lord Jesus and even more. Draw close to Him and He will draw closer to you. Spend some time with Him each day and you will be amazed the love you will have for Him to give to others you meet daily.

In His Service as Kilted Priest, Owen

2 thoughts on “That Day In December

  1. Thank you for sharing your thoughts. Reading the post helps me to better understand the Bible too. God knows I need all the help I can get.
    The poem was beautiful as well, I’m sure Ingrid appreciates it and smiles down on you daily. I miss her too and I look at some of her dishes I bought home and think about her often. Every time I go feed the chickens I smile and think how blessed I was to have known her for such a short time. I loved her as my sister.

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