Until Then

I am learning that it is going to take a very long time to heal from the heartache of death, and I know there are some of you who have experienced it very recently or in the past; regardless it hurts like hell. This song is dedicated to you.

Until Then
A song by Jenn Bateman
copywrite 2009

Twenty four years
Breathed like a moment
Spoke only of minutes
Fused to my skin,

love song

try to help.
try to love,
but when it flows
you think i force it on you

it's not enough
it's all i've got
but it's not love
if we asail each other's souls

i'm stepping back
at a distance
my agenda is packed up
i'm just resting
and i'm testing
the truth of my true love

let the hectic rule for now
tomorrow we'll rebuild
i won't worry
there's no need
devistate this if you will
a bigger glory's on it's way
and there's peace around the bend
tomorrow's a new day
until then we'll just pretend

© 2008 Jenniba Music

Today is harder than any other I've had. Just small tasks to do today, but I can't stop missing Papa. I just wish for him near me. I long for his advice, or comment, or story. I long to listen to him talk, or even tell me what to do, even in a bossy way, I don't care. I wish for him to say "I miss you" like he used to when I'd call home from New Zealand. "I miss you too Papa." I honestly don't know how people go through this without believing in heaven or God. This is the only thing that brings me solace, that Papa is in a new place that has no more suffering. Death...oh death, you are painful and strip me of control over my emotions. Not so for the one who has passed. He went peacefully. But for me, the one who sits and misses, and longs.

Lu and Mr Lesaro
A moment of closeness.  We love you Pa Hill