When people are near the end, people think about you. It becomes the point when other people around you start to miss the space that you once occupied. I lived my life in ignorance of your life. Of your laughs, of the simple pleasures that made you happy. I knew you in a distant way, even though you shared your life with my father growing up. You stayed with me that one day I fell off my bike.
I wish that I could concretize feelings into words. Its a blur of nostalgia, sadness, and awareness. All I could say is that I hope you are resting, that these last few moments find you in a state of euphoria and you are not pained. I hope that you loved every moment of your life and children, of the place I was born and that peace is with you.
“All life is interrelated. We are all caught in an inescapable network of mutuality, tied to a single garment of destiny. Whatever affects one directly affects all indirectly.”—Martin Luther King, Jr. (via grrraphic)