The light streaming in through the window is old
and illuminates the dust in the air. It
seems a lazy beam, hardly warming the cat curled up on the carpet, but it also
falls across the foot of my coffin and I can see the dust helps to light my
way; sparkling like the stars at night.
Everyone’s thoughts are so
loud. If they only knew. As I ascend the voices begin to fade, though
not hers. Grief stricken she clinches
perhaps too tightly to her handkerchief and fights to hold back the tears, yet
her focus is strong and I can hear her every thought.
In life I would have had an
immediate urge to respond, to reply – saying, “Hey, I’m right here. It’s OK.”
But I feel no urge, no sense of urgency.
There is nothing but calm. I seem
to have an understanding that she will be alright. I somehow have awareness that her health is
strong and she will make the adjustment with the aid of her friends.
Momentarily the cat glances
up at me. I give him a wink but he puts
his head down and goes back to sleep.
1 comment:
Too Sad to think about......but nicely written.
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