Until We Meet Again

Please don't cry anymore, Mum.

Let silence become the language between us.

Can you feel my hand

resting against yours

through this fragile wall that separates our worlds?

I know you can.

Do not mistake this place for a prison.

It is not.

It is freedom.

Freedom from pain,

from illness,

from every burden my little body could no longer carry.

This was never a punishment.

We did nothing wrong.

Love has never deserved to be broken by death.

Keep loving me, Mum,

for I have never stopped loving you.

Love does not end where life does;

it simply learns a new way to reach us.

I know we can no longer hold each other

the way we once did,

but whenever your heart begins to ache,

listen closely.

Between its quiet beats,

I am there.

I know your heart now lives in two worlds at once

one still measured by clocks and seasons,

and another forever reaching toward eternity.

I feel the weight you carry:

the passing days,

the empty chair,

the responsibilities that never rest,

and the questions whose echoes seem louder than answers.

If only for a moment,

lift your eyes.

Look at me, Mum.

I am not falling.

I am flying.

Where sorrow cannot follow,

where light never fades,

where every tear has already been gathered into peace.

So when the wind gently brushes your face,

or the morning sun finds your window,

or a quiet stillness wraps around your soul,

do not think of goodbye.

Think of my hand,

still reaching for yours.

This wall is only for a little while.

One day it will disappear,

and I will run into your arms

as though we had never been apart.

Until we meet again, Mum...

live, love, smile when you can,

and know that every beat of your heart

brings you one heartbeat closer to mine.

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