Did you whisper a prayer before the roar of the inevitable end? Should we have listened harder, held you closer, and tried so very much more to persuade your troubled mind not to let go?
I don't know.
You, in all your lightness held me so convincingly in oblivion of your parched spirit. Too many years of despair, I reckon. And too little human affinity found.
I will never know, what drove your final decision to meet the vast unknown. It terrifies me to think that you felt that was the only choice. But even if I grieve that you will never light up the world with your dazzling smile, gentle touch, or kindness anymore. I see you for the brave and wondrous creature that you are. Brave to live so far. And brave to end it.
Nothing grows now, the dry spell hit this summer hard. And yet... The gentle fragrance of all blossoms linger in the air ever since you took your leave.
Dear angels in the heavens... you have a new sister now. Be kind to her, love her and hold her so hard that she will never again feel lacking.