I cannot say, and I will not say
That he is dead. He is just away.
With a cheery smile, and a wave of the hand,
He has wandered into an unknown land
And left us dreaming how very fair
It needs must be, since he lingers there.
And you—oh you, who the wildest yearn
For an old-time step, and the glad return,
Think of him faring on, as dear
In the love of There as the love of Here.
Think of him still as the same. I say,
He is not dead—he is just away.”
James Whitcomb Riley
!! - it was your post on reconnecting with your brother that I was reading that led me to writing this. Just for a moment, I forgot, and wished I could reconnect with mine now we're older, only to remember we lost touch because he passed away. Just for a moment, I could see him, and found myself thinking about getting in touch, it really caught me off guard. He's not there, someone else lives in his flat, I can't visit him or message him, I can't make more memories. I just have to cherish the ones I have :)
I'm also happy that my post inspired you, even though it opened
Some sadness for you, it also brought out some good memories too.Good Morning @letalis-laetitia, I hope you are well.