Cheeku,
Life is crowded with people, moments, disappointments, silences, memories, comfort…it is not as if life has come to a stand still. I see seasons changing and everyone getting older…another hair turning grey. Birds fly too, and rain drenches the thirsty earth now and then…incessant arguments fill reams of newsprint and the cacophony of television fill the immediate universe that envelops me all the time.
In these five years since you embarked upon your celestial journey the world is still turning. Everything is everything, but you’re not here, you’re missing…
The finality of the journey…the vacuum within…the pain…the longing-then the sunset and the darkness that envelops the day, my heart…
N Hanyate-It does not die…and the grief too…it does not die…
I can sense your journey in the words of Dag Hammarskjold:
“I am being driven forward
Into an unknown land.
The pass grows steeper,
The air colder and sharper.
A wind from my unknown goal
Stirs the strings
Of expectation.
Still the question: Shall I ever get there?
There where life resounds,
A clear pure note
In the silence.”
The only solace is…I am not far behind…
Love you
Dad