The Elephant In The Room

I read this poem today on a paper crafting blog. today was the anniversary of the death of the bloggers dear brother ... she wanted to remember him, to talk about him, to keep his memory alive. This poem is written from the perspective of the dear loved one who has been left behind!
Love you, Sweet Sister!

I feel it is very fitting to share this today.
It will be a week tomorrow since a dear friend left this world to be with his Heavenly Father! Many memories have flitted thru my mind in this past week and he has been present in our conversations... may it always be so!

The Elephant In The Room

There's an elephant in the room.

It is large and squatting, so it is hard to get around it.

Yet, we squeeze by with, "How are you?" and "I'm fine"...

and a thousand other forms of trivial chatter.

We talk about the weather.

We talk about work.

We talk about everything - except the elephant in the room.

We all know it is there.

We are thinking about the elephant as we talk.

It is constantly in our minds,

for you see, it is a very big elephant.

But we do not talk about the elephant in the room.

Oh, please say his name.

Oh, please, say "Gary" or "Bumpa" again.

Oh, please, let's talk about the elephant in the room.

For if we talk about his death,

perhaps we can talk about his life.

Can I say "Gary" and not have you look away?

For if I cannot, you are leaving me

Alone ... In a room ... With an elephant.

*Terry Kettering*

May the God of all Grace fill your hearts with Peace today!

Ruthie