A Poem for My Love

I can not believe that this is my 100th blog post. I wanted to do something special for it, and to share something special with you.
I wrote a poem for my dear husband who passed away last December.  Last week as a family, we met to honor him in a place he held dear for work and family life.  It is not the greatest poem I have ever written (for rhythm or rhyme), but it is the most heartfelt.  I hope you enjoy it, and remember him too.
Marcel
Mon cher, when I think about the life you've had, and the changes you've seen
like hauling blocks of ice and driving dog sled teams
Living in a tent in Valleyfield long ago, is probably one reason
our home was always hotter than it needed to be
Having Nuns for teachers, using outhouses for pranks________(I’m sure there are lots of stories out there to fill in these blanks!)________
Having fun with brothers and sisters, no matter what happened
good times or bad, your love for them grew
even though sometimes your knuckles got bruised
Hunting and fishing
enjoying the woods
Playing hockey and
doing everything as well as you could
Joining the army, in the PPCLI
having adventures with Reo & Peggy
in old Germany
Returning to Canada, being posted out west
meeting Nancy, the mother of your family
your children - the greatest treasure you ever found.
You worried about them, regardless of age
but your love and pride for them grew
as they started their own families and went on their own
Mining you loved, and talent you had
you were one of the best, and the work made you glad
You did it with ease, although it was hard
and when you stopped doing it, it left a hole in your heart
Yellowknife, Remac, Campbell River, and hundreds of places you've worked
were really just places you supported your family.
Although Remac was the best, a place you remembered
for the fun that you had
at work and a home
it truly made your heart glad
So many things you have taught me:

• It doesn't matter where you are, or where you live
• be true to yourself and your family
• love with all your heart
• work, laugh, and cry hard

The last lesson you gave me is the hardest I've learned
I know you would have stayed if you could have
your body just couldn't
I cannot express more except to just say
You'll always be in my heart, until we meet again.