There Is A Sadness/ I Cannot Wish Away Poem by Shalom Freedman

Oh, how true. Never a days goes by that I do not remember (and want to talk with) so many that I have lost: family, dear friends, mentors, heroes. Perhaps the mos unassailable grief (for me, at least) is for those friends my own age whom I've known and cared for since my youth. I always expected that we would have another conversation somewhere, somehow. If there be a heaven, I hope it allows such an occasion. That would be God's grace.