Let it go ❄️

The light under my sea

Next to the tree.
Next to the sea
You could always see us talking.
We sat there once again
Like old friends.
talking about everything and nothing

she said

"I like the thought of fading away."

I was very aware of her use of words.

"Fading away"

Sounds nice, peaceful.

I just looked at her like an idiot,
screamed.
"Why? Is it that easy to leave me?"
She wasn't angry. I usually never shout.
But there was this smile,
the sad one
that one that was Almost mocking me.

"I don't know how to explain it right,but I'll try. First.
I will never leave you.
I will always protect you.
And the thought well.
The thought is beautiful,
because I want to see what's coming next,what comes after death ?

My funeral is what I'm hoping to see. If I am able to sit or fly or stand.. wherever I will be. I will watch

People, who love me.

People, I don't really know.

People, who I haven't seen in years.

People, who helped me through these hard years

All those people assembled there next to my grave to grieve for silly little me.
They all will be there for the first time, really there.
Weird,isn't it?
They will remember all those memories. some tears may be shed,but you all have to be happy too.
Happy because I'll be where I always wanted to be.

Happiness because after all this pain

I will be free." And she laughed,

I loved her laugh.

Back then I didn't understand everything,

I just nodded.

I still can remember every word she said

and now I do understand.

My friend,

my safe heaven,

my everything.
My mother.

(...)

For you we're all here today and maybe you can see us.

you can see us standing here,

praying,

crying,

remembering

and making your last wish come true.

This is my favorite memory and I hope you can hear me from right there above and smile.

Your, not so little, son.