The sun was pouring through the front door windows when I saw the shadow pass over my loved one's face. I knew his time was here. Those who had been lingering in our corners stepped forward. It was time. I reached for his hand and held it tight. And I reached deep into my heart for the strength that I knew I would need from this moment on. He passed peacefully. He had reached his goal. There was no pain. No discomfort. Just a quiet letting go.
I sit now in a silent room and reach for peace. It is out there. This much I know. I just have to reach for it. I stretch out my hand. It is just outside my grasp. My thoughts are filled with the past and what I have lost. I cry. But I must keep reaching to find my future...and know that he is still with me....just out of my reach!