A grief wave unbidden washes through,
Having been shared by a dear one’s wise heart.
Sorrow too much to bear on our own,
I reach for others to help carry this moist load.
Wending into the near night,
Amongst my ever present friends- the tall trees,
Listening deeply to the gentle rustling forest through the wind,
Separation melts, we are one.
A full moon of pale honey bathes us all,
Sweet and quiet light soothes my open soul,
My sweetheart walks with me,
As promised not that long ago.
Today, June 7th is my partner’s birthday. When he was healthy and strong we often walked with our dogs in the forest where we live. As he lay in his hospital bed dying two days before his transition we shared a private moment undisturbed. With my grief-laden voice I asked, “Will you walk with the dogs and I?” He looked into my teary eyes and replied with one definite word, “Always”.