There Must Be Something More

When I think of this man buried in a grave – I believe there must be something more.  Here is the one I called my husband, the one I loved and lived with, the one I knew inside out.  How could this be the end?

There must be something more.  I can’t accept that life ends in nothing.  There must be something grand.  There must be a place, a way, a time when I will see him again.

The way I live my life today is the direct result of a man who made a choice to love me.   Each day he rose and chose to love me.  He committed his belief in me so that one day I could believe in myself. 

This story is too full to believe life ends in the grave.  My heart knows there must be something more.

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