the itch I can't scratch

Bill was loyal.
He was a Cleveland sports team fan,
and even though his heart got broken 
and his hopes got crushed time after time,
he never gave up on them.

One of the things I held onto
and with a light heart said throughout our marriage:
"I know he will never leave me nor stray-
he has remained faithful to the Indians and the Browns, 
never giving up on them, so I am safe."

As I experienced Bill's love 
and was a recipient of his encouragement 
I learned what commitment and perseverance
looked like when lived out day after day, year after year.
His life was a living example of God's faithfulness.

I miss him, my heart is heavy and I am just plain sad.
Tears threaten, but they are stuck. 
I may need to watch a sad movie to initiate the ugly cry.
"It's like an itch that you can't scratch."
That description from Bre about sums it up.