Saturday, August 19 is a difficult day for me. It was six years ago that my beautiful, wonderful friend and to-be husband died from complications of diabetes and HIV at age 40. So young. He was an exuberant person, open in who he was, always fast with a witty and often sarcastic comment. He loved performing in drag - he was a beautiful woman, but an even more wonderful man - and loved life. A Baltimore Belle at heart, he was loving and caring and funny and just HIM! When I learned of his passing, I was moved to write the following poem. It's about life and loss for me and anyone who has lost a loved one. Hold the memories true, value every minute, and celebrate everything you do together. Just remember, as I do every day now...that every second matters.
This is for you Dean, I miss you greatly.
EVERY SECOND MATTERS
For all the good times
That you and I enjoyed
They are only in memory
Now safe and sound
But all too fast you are gone
Today becomes yesterday so quick
We should have known better
That every second matters.
All of the laughter we shared
All of the tears we cried
Can not hide the truth
Our lives were at once one
Now we are forever apart
Lost to each other at last
We should have known better
That every second mattered
All I have left of you
Is hidden in my mind
On photographs you stare back
Taunting me to believe
You are still really here
But you are now my past
We should have known better
That every second mattered
I can't touch you now
All I get is air
Your warmth is no longer
Your voice is now silent
Ever second we had together
Will live on in my love and life
Now I know all the better
That ever second matters.
In memory of Dean Anthony Weese
May 19, 1974 - August 19, 2017
Always in my heart. I will always love you.
