Thursday

There is this strange transition
When chasing the very last beams of the beautiful, fading sunset. 
The light dims and quiet fills the space of the final goodbye. 
The sky is void
And I feel empty.
Tears dampen the soil and refresh my soul. Calm and peace slowly descend. 
Each droplet begins to flicker and flash, Casting reflected light upon the leaves, 
the trees, the weeds, 
and the place where the wild flowers grow. 
So with gratitude I realize, internalize, accept
The sun has not succumbed to the night.
No, it has simply begun its orbit of my heart.
Its fire adds to that of my spirit as 
I slowly take my place in the pre-dawn horizon. 

by Katie Faul 6/8/2023

It is Sunday. I am aboard the train back home and it feels appropriate that I leave with an actual setting sun. But this time it is after a final goodbye complete with a hug, a kiss, and so many tears. It is good to love one so much and to be loved just as much in return. To be known and to actually know some one is a gift. Although, neither of those actually make it easier at the end, but I wouldn’t change it for all the money in the world.

I love you, Grandma, forever and always. I will help bring the light, it is okay to rest now.