So you have passed from this world.
The world of sand between your toes and sunshine on your face.
The world of touch – of hugs and kisses, of holding hands and stroking hair.
The world of cherries and berries, and mangoes which drip down your face each time you bite in. This tactile, sensuous world you enjoyed with such appetite.
And yet, how does the proverb go? This too will pass.
And so your time has come. To pass through. To pass beyond.
What awaits you now, I cannot know. For this journey is yours and yours alone.
What I do know is this; I miss you. I miss your voice and your smile. I miss your eyes so kind. I miss your hugs and the times you told me you love me.
I do feel you around. Always I feel you. Your presence, your love, your protective energy.… [Read More...]