When we last spoke it was to let you know I wished you love. I meant it, knowing we would not speak again while you were in that life, warring at the end, to defend your fortress.
I hope that when you went, the solace of those trees you watched, with whom you often grieved, gave you shade and took your sorrows. I hope the birds were there too, singing, and that at least one of them gave you a good and hearty laugh.
Love is funny how it moves and feints. Those beams when they come can sometimes be too bright to bear. I hope that in that company, that laughter, that light breached your heavy walls, and took you in. I think it did because I am seeing you again.
Lovely, Stacey
You have a beautiful heart, my friend.