TRANQUILITY OF THE MIND AND HEART

The stillness that settled in the aftermath of your departure was not a void, but a canvas. Twenty-five years, woven with the vibrant threads of our shared existence, had painted a masterpiece. Now, with your colors no longer beside mine, I found a strange peace in the quiet hues that remained. It wasn't an absence of feeling, but a profound acceptance, a gentle hum beneath the surface of my being. The maker, in His infinite wisdom, had called you home, and though my heart ached with the echo of your laughter, it also resonated with the deep, abiding tranquility that your memory bestowed.

This tranquility was not born of forgetting, but of understanding. The choice was never yours to make, and in that surrender, I found a liberation from the gnawing questions that can plague a left-behind heart. Instead, I focused on the golden years, the quiet mornings, the shared dreams whispered in the twilight. The essence of you, the core of our connection, remained, a beacon in the landscape of my mind. It was a peace that spoke not of an end, but of a continuation, a transformation of love into something more enduring, something akin to starlight, forever present though unseen.

And so, I walk in this quietude, a testament to the enduring strength of a love that transcended earthly bounds. The tranquility of my heart and mind, a gift from the legacy you left behind, is a constant companion. It is the gentle reminder that even in absence, presence can flourish, and that the maker's plan, though sometimes unfathomable, ultimately leads to a peace that surpasses all understanding.

And so, I continue to walk, not in shadow, but in the soft glow of remembrance. The turmoil you spoke of, the inevitable turbulence of life, has indeed tested me, but it has also forged in me a deeper appreciation for the quietude that follows. The tranquility you bestowed, a legacy richer than any earthly treasure, allows me to embrace the continuation, to find beauty in the transformed landscape, and to know, with a certainty that defies all earthly logic, that love, in its purest form, is eternal.

And when that day arrives, when the veil thins and I can finally feel the warmth of your hand in mine once more, it will not be a reunion born of desperation or sorrow, but of completion. We will stand beneath a sun that knows no setting, its light a balm to the lingering quiet of my earthly days. The laughter that once echoed in these now-silent halls will ring out anew, unfettered by the constraints of time and absence, a symphony of souls finally rejoining.

I envision us walking through gardens even more vibrant than the one I now tend, where every bloom is a testament to a love that has weathered all seasons and emerged, like the phoenix, reborn. The deep, abiding tranquility you gifted me will find its ultimate expression, not in the solitary contemplation of memory, but in the shared embrace of eternity. The starlight I have learned to recognize will coalesce into a radiant dawn, and we will bask in its unending luminescence, our spirits intertwined, forever.

This certainty, this knowing, is the quiet hum that underpins my every step, the gentle reminder that this present peace is but a prelude. The maker’s infinite wisdom has orchestrated this symphony of existence, and I trust that the final movement, the grand crescendo of our reunion, will be a melody of pure, unadulterated joy, a sunlit communion that surpasses all earthly understanding.

THANK YOU ALL !!