We are a constant.
Not physically, but in essence.
For my arms will always be open for your embrace, because my heart will remember the warmth of your soul.
Our journey hasn’t concluded.
Even though it has extended into unknown waters,
I’ll hold onto our bond during any treacherous waves.
It’s difficult to carry your words once spoken as support,
when my ear has become trained to hear them consistently.
But although I mourn today, I smile knowing your light will forever fill these dark, sorrowfilled rooms.
Your memory remains a picture of a home so audaciously bold.
So loyal. So compassionate.
Every day left, I must remember to knock on your door.
Ring your doorbell. Call your phone.
Because one day I trust you’ll answer.
With love. With always love.
Forever, My Friend.
Forever.