"You can love without attachment, beloveds."

Attachment seems to be a wonderful concept but in real life attachment take the form of needing the one you're holding.
As my daring of 64 years passed her final exam and graduated to her destiny right in my arms, I had no desire to blow her kisses.
To say goodbye sounds easy but when it come right down to it, the concept of "WITHOUT HER" smothered my consciousness.
Now it's a year and a half since she laughing said "Now cuddle me." knowing that she was leaving and the memory is sweet but the hurt reminds me of the treasure she was for all those year. There is a sense in which I still have her with me, but that's a consciousness I invent to pretend that a form of comfort is now her darling self. There is a way that Life on Earth did hit me over the head so I lift it high and say thank you Lord for what I had and what I have left and for heavenletters to keep me dog-paddling right along.

George in the glistering of a new light

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