This poem has all the ingredients to choke a grown man up and it did just that as I read, Angie. It is sad, it is delicate and it is brimming with love and terrible loss. You have my sincerest sympathy for the latter and as for the former - love - I suggest that it is that and the memories you cling onto with all your might and then they will never really be gone.
I'm nominating this poem but some pieces of art transcend things as trivial as a weekly competition - this does.

All the very best to you,

Ben