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RUTHVEN, Herb Aug. 9, 1943-June 2, 2004 A Widow's Prayer The bed is empty now, Where he used to sleep. My nights are cold and lonely, My days are incomplete. Lord, I never thought, I'd have to face life alone. Now that I am without him, Please help me to carry on. I see him in my dream, And in our children's faces. Sometimes I hear his footsteps, In old familiar places. My heart is heavy, Lord. For it is filled with grief. My mind tries to keep me, Somewhat in disbelief. I tried to say good-bye, Lord, When we sent him to his rest. As far as holding back the tears, You know I did my best. For better or for worse, We put our hearts at stake. With a binding love forever, Not even death can break. I miss you so much. --Loving you always, forgetting you never, your wife Ida. Published in the Windsor Star on 6/2/2005.