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GREG BLOCK In Our Every Moment July 5, 1969 - May 2, 2008 If something is true, it is Eternal “My Bonnie, My Love, My snow white glimmer of hope. I feel, in my heart; your love, so I am whole. My beautiful, my soul; It screams in the night so fierce that I cannot bear to hold back the tears of love that even now as they stream down my face, make me whole and alive with a fire that cannot be extinguished. For the inferno of life has touched me as the fuel of love fills me with another flame, our love, that shall forever be united for all the world to see for the eternity of mankind to behold; cherish, greed; for they will never attain the love I feel, have and share with you. My most cherished possession that I am blessed with attaining, but greedy enough to die for. The miles that split our walls in two; like barriers they hold us fast; I'll smite these walls and shatter them. Bring down this molten iron and glass, soon in time these barriers pass, to leave me with you, my love. For loving you was the easiest part of my life, marrying you was the smartest. I love you, I cherish you, Just you - And so, as a part of me ... Yours for Eternity .. Greg” As Always, Greg A year ago today, I held your hand in mine and we stood together in the open desert. Your hand no longer in mine, my heart and soul shattered, I was brought to my knees and my head hangs low. My love, always and only for you, I will wait as you do, for the time when I will raise my head up, stand on my feet and walk into your open arms again. Love is foresaking yourself and all others, for you my sweetness, "this kind of certainty comes but once in a lifetime". As one, Bonnie. To My D, I live in a world that is not mine to understand. A world I once knew with you and Mom. I have searched in all the places we have been, but you are not there. Where are you? Why are you not here? I smell your pillow, your soap, look at pictures of us and listen to Mom try to explain why one day you were always here, the next days to follow you are not. I am mad, but always sad, for I have lost my D. I now live in this world, it is still not mine to understand. A world without you, my D. I no longer hear your voice calling me son, no more big D hugs, beard tickles, all my fun with you D. I miss my D. Love Marshall xoxo

As published in Winnipeg Free Press on May 02, 2009