changes slow, like melting snow creeping up to you unnoticed until suddenly an avalanche of feelings frightening like lightning while you're stuck outside in a thunderstorm breathe in and out in and out
Image by alanajordan En in de stilte blijft ze zwijgen Verweeft haar woorden tot beelden in pastel GeΓ«tst in mijn herinnering Nooit waren haar zinnen zo helder als nu Ze heeft zoveel te vertellen In nog maar zo weinig tijd Ik luister niet langer Ik kijk
Missing so much... Little paw prints, lost whiskers, a lot of hair, everywhere. Cuddles, mews, and lots of love. A wet nose, a sneeze, a snore. And so much more, so so much more. My little, hairy friend for over twenty years. The house is quiet and empty without you here. I'll love you always.
Look up. Above the clouds, a million stars. Lights from the past. A vast space upon which we can gaze. Look up and see the possibility of life beyond what we know, beyond the here and now. Maybe there is a heaven, somewhere. Behind those stars are stars upon stars we cannot see. So why not believe in something in something more. Maybe heaven is like hope and love. Not a place in space or time, but a feeling, a wish, a dream.