The date of Death’s knock ever changes us.
The anniversary of sadness’ initiation,
the memory of loss’ entrance,
we find ourselves haunted by the echo of passage.
None of us escapes the staring-into-still-space realization when one whom we love dies.
We stand engulfed within the awareness that the one we love is no longer here.
Abruptly we realize they are nowhere that we can completely comprehend.
But we slowly have to let it sink in that they will not suddenly reappear. They have left.
They are gone.
They will not walk back as we know them.
And the world is different; the world is changed.
From that moment on nothing is the same.
There is a hollow emptiness.
Loss is a vast abyss.
They have stepped from our understanding,
from our world,
from our gaze,
from our arms.
However, they will not, they cannot, completely leave us.
For they’ve written their story in our lives,
sketched their laughter in our memories,
sculpted their thoughts on our imagination and
painted their love on our hearts.
So, honey, while this is the anniversary of the day you transitioned to a new place of learning, I see your smile in my dreams and feel your warmth on my shoulders. Thank you. I love you, still and always.
