You Are Forever.

Happy 50th Birthday, Bev!

Dear Bev,

You are forever
I’ve been trying to write this poem for weeks
But I can’t seem to find the right words to speak
To all of the missing
To express the extent of loss I feel
I miss you
And I know, I know
This poem is 10 years too late
And I wish you were here
To hear it
And I wish you were here
To meet us at the Merc later
So I can buy you a beer
Or gift you back the pitcher you bought for me
When I turned 33
You have always been that kind of friend
That kind human
That gives and gives
Without expectation
You have become the voice in my head
When I’m not making good choices
Reminding me to love myself
As much as I love everybody else
You did that
Always gave me the strength to see this world through love
You did that
And I know I’m not alone in this
You are forever
In a way that our hearts might not ever heal
But you gave us all this ability to feel
A love so big
And this sadness is just part of it
And I guess that makes sense
And I guess that it’s okay
To feel this weight of not being able to hug you today
You are forever
And I just hit play on Chris Pureka
Later today will be Bon Jovi
And we’ll share our favorite Bev stories
And we’ll share our tears
And we’ll share our laughs
And we’ll all hold each other in safety
Just like you always did
For every single one of us
You are forever
And today we celebrate your life
Wether you’re here or not
You are forever
You changed me
For the better
You changed so many
For the better
And that change is forever

Just like you.

And I love you, forever.

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