G passed away today. I’m terribly sad and hope she wasn’t alone. She was even closer to me than the others. I’m happy that she isn’t suffering anymore. I guess there wasn’t much that we could do. I have few regrets. I played with her, kept her company, called often. We discussed the last HP book, boys, and just had a good time. Wow. I should have called last Sunday to check up on her, but lost my phone and couldn’t. But, others had so many other things on their plates too that I’m sure they forgot, being swept up in the pace of things to keep up with others. You remembered my obsession with nymphaeas. I love you G, and thanks for the Monet Lilies card. Yes, even here, the art ties in. I know you’re having a ballin’ good time up there in heaven. I can’t believe that you won’t finish your degree. But thank you for gifting me that Yancey book and photo book. You were amazing. Amazing Glory. Like Superwoman.

From the earth we came,
And to dust we return,
But the animated soul,
Where does it go?

Do angels cry in greeting
As we weep below
For the departure of a light
That needed no tending?

My life realigns
From the wayward side
Every time one last exhales.

To pain, to pain he not knows
Until Death he knows.

Unfortunate in compassion are they who have not wept
And bitter they who cannot love.

Love and compassion go hand in hand.
Until then do not approach.
For a danger you are, reckless of hearts,
Fostering harshness and ugliness of souls.

Just an impromptu poem. Pretty rudimentary, but eh, my language/word association skills are apparently in the top 1% of the population. So I’m just assuming it makes some kind of flow sense. I apologize if you’re horrified that I’d subject you to such bad writing, hehe.