I’d hoped to reach you, to feel the tenderness of your words and hear the echoes of your existence. I longed to uncover the roots of your being and learn how God has grounded you. I had hoped to hold onto these words as close to my heart to be the vessels that let my thoughts flow as far as my reach. But as it turned out you occupied that space so my thoughts beat like drums with no rhythm and while your existence sounded like a violin, a beautiful melody, haunting and… always out of reach.