She sent me this when the raw, clawed away at my soul.
When the fog was thick and the missing of my son crippled my daily intake of breathing.
She was my rock.
Leading me to the cross.
She made music where there was chaos.
And now it’s been a year since she has danced on the streets of gold.
And I miss her.
I Say In A Whisper, I’ll See You Soon,
Because It’s Not Really Good Bye
Tears stream down my face.
The ache so heavy.
Her laugh was like the twinkling of a million fairies.
A silver lining somewhere.
Poise and grace.
Coffee and tea.
A vacation cut short to return to play the organ at the funeral
well done my good and faithful servant,
resounding through out the heavens.
So, I say again, in a whisper, I will see you soon dear one.