When I Think of You

When I think of you, I smile. But when I remember that you are gone, I cry. When I hear friends speak fondly of you, I remember the many beautiful memories that we shared. Then I wonder, "Whatever happened"? But I know the answer >and I’m not sad anymore. Because if loving you means losing you, then I’d lose you all over again. I learned so much about myself, because of loving you. And I’m glad that you learned from me. But most of all, when you think of me, If you think of me, I hope you will remember, And smile.

-Brenda Smuck