It’s been two years…730 days of not seeing your face, hearing your voice, feeling the embrace of a hug. Doesn’t quite seem fair to the rest of the world, all of us aimlessly wandering, searching for your ghost, wishing for one more day with you. Just another hour or a really good conversation or a road trip to nowhere, just because it sounded fun.
17,520 hours of wondering where you went, if you’re happy and at peace, and if you’re pleased with the roads we’ve traveled in your absence. So much has transpired and we’ve forced ourselves to take new steps apart from you… Sometimes it feels like we have weights tethering our heels, hindering our movement; other times, it’s not so difficult because we know you’d ultimately want us to be content with our lives, even though you’re not here to share in the joy.
You’re not here…are you?
Is it your presence I feel when a warm breeze brushes against my face or the warmth at my fingertips when I curl up next to a campfire? I’d like to think you’re still around, quietly sitting beside me, or walking trails through the forest, your steps synchronized with mine.
I can still sense the tone of your voice when I read your final words…feel your love in the black and white text.
Two years of living, breathing, loving, mourning, functioning…without you. Missing you every single second.
I hope that wherever you are, you can still feel the love we carry in our hearts for you.
Here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(Here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which grows
higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)
And this is the wonder that’s keeping the stars apart
I carry your heart
(I carry it in my heart)
I love you…