It was in this month I lost my maternal Grandfather, years and years ago… September 23, 1974, to be exact
Then my father died on September 24, 1999
Odd how these two giants in my life (and in my Mother’s life) passed away in September.
For some reason, maybe this fact, of the two deaths, of men who shaped me, September is a tad bit of a sad month.
I’ve been missing those who have gone before. All of them. There seems to be so many, taking their peaceful loving selves to other places unknown.
I miss my best friend, the sister of my heart, we were babies in blankets together. Friends until she also left for places beyond the veil.
Sometimes, like right now, I wonder.
It feels like I can still hear these souls I’ve loved. I feel them touch me, I hear their voices in the wind, their song singing loudly in the stunningly bright skies.
Watch them walk past me; the leaves catching their silhouettes
Loving me still; as I love them.
From my world to your heart,