And so you came, a soul who couldn’t stop until it benefited as many people as it could. And who is presently assisting you? When your spirit is in need, who is there to comfort it? Are you gazing down on us to see how much we all miss you and that we couldn’t do more? Or are you relieved? Isn’t it easier to be free?
I miss you…
I understand you at times. I try to imagine you wandering free among others who mourn you, and that you caress us. I talk to you so much that we still laugh and cry even though you aren’t holding my hand.
Rethinking and rethinking, you were playing the few parts in my life that provided me happiness at your finest. It’s pointless to go back in time. I discover you between the paragraphs of every medical report, between every stamp. You offered me some wonderful memories and aided my development. Thank you! I can still hear you laugh, see you next to me, hear you, and I miss your hugs, hands, and you…
I despise all of these rituals, false people, and fake tears just to fit in. I despise those who smiled or laughed when your body was resting. Your body didn’t seem to be yours without you in it. I was waiting for you to get up, grin, and tell me you were joking, but the joke was on me. Why do we subject ourselves to such agony during funerals? These traditions just serve to aggravate your pain. This is not something I want for. So, what is your soul going to do now? Will you stay with us or depart on another quest? Or are you going to sleep? I know you can’t sleep too much… You’re going to start something.
Caress me once more before you leave…
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