Not long ago, I said good-bye to a beautiful friend. Anyone that was caught in the wake of her life loved her. It was how she lived and loved- that was the golden thread that stitched together the ordinary seams of her life. Funerals are as much collective mediations as tearful goodbyes to one person. We use the departed life as a lens to assess our own. So, I ask you, how would you like to be remembered?
Seriously...
It is likely that she never realized the impact she had on people. She lightened my heart, my heart. Just by being her; her love - deep and deliberate. How is it some people just have that effect on people?
The soft petals whisper in the breeze... and I say my final goodbye.
Thank you for visiting my post 💖 Because of you, I come back to post again and again, I am encouraged by you, for the time you take to visit, comment or even upvote. For all of these reasons, I am eternally grateful. Don't ever forget what a wonderful world we live in, people. Let's hold hands around the globe and make this earth really spin. Some days, it is not as easy to see, how wonderful it really is. Kindness counts. Wherever you go, whatever you do.
I always post this poem down at the bottom of my posts. It is one that has become so near and dear to my heart. I only post the most famous part of it, but, wanted to post it in its entirety today.
they set my aunts house on fire
i cried the way women on tv do
folding at the middle
like a five pound note.
i called the boy who use to love me
tried to ‘okay’ my voice
i said hello
he said warsan, what’s wrong, what’s happened?
i’ve been praying,
and these are what my prayers look like;
dear god
i come from two countries
one is thirsty
the other is on fire
both need water.
later that night
i held an atlas in my lap
ran my fingers across the whole world
and whispered,
"where does it hurt?"
it answered,
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
"everywhere"
warsan shire
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