Our World Stopped

 Our World Stopped

When you were taken away, we cried. 

Devastation shrouded our lives

As we tried to understand why. 

The “why” eludes us as we try to grasp the reason and our own purpose. 

Time stood still when we learned of your passing, yet time continued on. 

You are now a memory sealed in our hearts and kept alive with our smiles, laughter… and tears… as we recall significant events and milestones of your life. 

The heartache of losing you is tremendous, and we wonder at our own survival. 

In the wake of your death are many who loved you, and love you still, who are drowning in grief as we learn to celebrate your life and learn to live on without you. The pain is unbearable and breathtaking. 

Until we meet again in the sky, the great beyond, our heavenly home, we will choose life, one day at a time, and rely on God to carry us during our disabled state, a state of confusion and disbelief. 

Love and support help us cope, even so, the hole created by your absence is great and cannot be filled. Your memories will have to suffice until we are able to join you. Until then, we are missing you. 

Fran Hopkins O’Rourke 

2021

Written for and dedicated to my son David O’Rourke in memory of the passing of his son Braden O’Rourke. 

Braden O’Rourke

9/5/2001

4/10/2021