There would be a decade of change so vast, that it would threaten to swallow me whole.
Losing Dad. One of us three.
It was a slow fading of his light, over a three month period of time. The days crept by, slowly and painfully.
In a whoosh they were gone and so was my Dad.
Gone from my sight. The light of my father’s flame dimmed but did not wink out entirely.
I can see it clearly. I can not tell how far away it is, but distance feels different now.
I close my eyes and let my heart travel vast distances, and in a sigh I am there.
Having never really left and I can no longer tell which part is a dream.
Yet here I am. My Mother and I are all that is left.
What I have made and what I will leave behind, are those pieces of me.
Beautiful souls entwined forever, with pieces of nothing but memories holding us all together.