Sometimes the words are not what they seem. There’s a myriad layers, tastes, nuances beyond the tangible that make your whole core tingle.
Moments that pierce the chasm of time and space across aeons, and zero in on the ancient contract between two souls that commingle for a little while on this magical ride. And as each word breaks open the whole universe of meaning , glances reveal the truth of deeper knowing no matter how perished the bones may be. To the impartial eye, this exchange will seem innocent enough, yet you both know that things said will thunder through all the fabric of the universe.
My Oma died in peace last Friday, 13th March 2020 at 5:05pm local time. She just turned 95 on the 7th March. Her body was buried on following Wednesday. We are both so grateful for our last goodbye on this round. .