BRIAN NOGA

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BRIAN NOGA In Loving Memory Of My Husband When you first took ill and you were lying on that hospital bed, I said to you, you must get well my Nogie, I still want one more dance. You held my hand and replied, I hope so love, I hope so. You fought long and you fought hard, but it was not meant to be. One year ago you were taken away from me. As weak as you were, right to the very end, like you did for over forty years, every night you found the strength to say good night Puddin, I bub you . Without you Nogie, life has not been the same. My heart, where you name is engraved, feels empty and in pain. There's no one to talk to or share my troubles with, at least no one who understands like you did. You turned my negatives into positives. At night I lay alone in that big empty bed, My pillow is wet and stained with tears, Often, I can still hear you breathe, sometimes even that little snore, I sense your body close to me. Then I awaken and realize it was but another dream. But what a beautiful dream it was. I feel warm inside, I smile and go to sleep, feeling so secure. I talk to God a lot. I thank him for my day. I always ask How's my Nogie Lord ? Tell him I said hello and that I'm doing okay When my time comes, I know we will meet again. You will hold me close and as the Angels play our favorite tune we will have One more dance .

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on Feb 16, 2008