A beautiful post from Alethea. Words from the heart.
I am already missing her and she is not wholly gone. When I search for her presence, I find the soft emptiness of the liminal place. Holding. Waiting. I don’t want to think about grief, again. A prolonged letting go that takes me on a journey to uncomfortable landscapes. We grasp at the tangible only to discover that we will eventually reach the cliff of letting go, not knowing when we will arrive there.
And sometimes there is no liminal place to linger.
It is a test to step into the space of soft uncertainty and feel the soul cocooned between the life and death of the temporary vessel. I do not want to think about pain and heartache. Those sitting beside her, holding the space. Holding her hand. I do not want to think of the labored breath before it breaks free. Pain…
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Thank you for sharing this, Helen ❤️
It is so beautiful and heartfelt.
Such a talented writer and a strong soul who gave her time to so many until the end. I haven’t read so many wonderful heartfelt words until now. Thank you for sharing.
She was, wasn’t she? The outpouring of tributes online are testament to her generosity and impact. She will be so missed.