We took you for granted. At first, we thought our parting was temporary. It was only a matter of time before we would be returning to you. Instead, we mourn your passing.
We miss the simple things like strolling through the city, enjoying the bustle, having coffee and people watching. And meeting family and friends.
Something might come in its place, but it will not be the same. Cruelly, we cannot gather to say goodbye, shedding a tear, sharing a laugh, singing a lament, remembering the good times and the bad. In solitude we whisper, even pray, “earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust”.
I remember your parting words, “love me tenderly, for every day, every breath, every step, and every friend, is a gift. So, mourn my passing and wait”.
The new will come but this is a time for waiting, not meekly, but with intent. Making time to grieve, attending to the things that matter with an eye for detail and a big heart. Yes, the world needs a big heart. A generous beating heart. As we wait for the new.
Take care, take heart