On Peter’s Passing

Grandma Stella deeply mourns the passing of her beloved Peter, finding solace in memories of their shared love and moments together. She clings to the hope of a reunion, feeling the weight of his absence as she navigates life without him.

My dear beloved Peter, God decided to take you. I do not question His wisdom, but I mourn you, I yearn for you and bitterly weep ’for you. It is almost seven months since you walked out of the door of our home never to return again. You stumbled as you left, as if you subconsciously knew this will be the last time you depart home and were reluctant to leave.

I miss you so very much. At times I imagine the feel the touch of your hands softly caressing my face.

Sometimes I hear you gently open the door as you enter by our home. I can hear your voice happily announcing, “I’m home!” I know that it is not the physical you but your spirit that I imagine hearing. It is then I know that your love is still with me and that I am not alone. Yesterday I read a phrase in a book that comforted me. “Mon ange de feu, je t’aime toujours. Il n’ya pas de mort. C’est un mirage. Amour seulement n’est pas un mirage…”

“My angel of fire, I love you forever. There is no such thing as death. Death is an illusion. Love is real and not an illusion…”

Love will reunite us. Please wait for me for I impatiently until we are reunited. I must not grieve about losing you. I must remind myself on how blessed I was to have been loved by you and rejoice. That was the biggest gift of all. Your love did not go away. It is still here. I deeply cherish the memories of all the wonderful days of our lives together. We were blessed! I was blessed!

That doesn’t stop me from feeling as if I am standing on the shore as you drift in a boat without paddles, drifting further and further away from me. In the beginning I felt you near me, but now it is not as often. I know that I have to get used to that, but it is so hard! It is so, so very hard!