Remembrance.

For a Brother, a Friend, to whom departed this world on a glorious adventure; to touch the face of God.

There is a lovely ideology of Death frolicking amongst a garden. A garden rich with the wildest, most exotic of flowers; blossoming-bursting with colour and life. This pierced the eye of Death, and captivated her entire attention. So, she hurringly harvested the flowers fueling her own selfish desires. But, it were only the most beautiful, the most unique of flowers that she picked first, to keep for herself; as if were that of a disgrace to allow another moment to pass by in which those very flowers were not in her possession.

And the flowers, in this ideology, are the people we hold closest to our hearts. So, we should not mourn their absence, but rejoice in their departure. For they are simply amongst the most beautiful and the most unique of people; so much so, that Death could not wait a moment more to caress them and hold her for herself.

I love you, Brother.

Reviews

[Jamestown]

Bless you and your family, this is beautiful and I enjoyed the message, thanks for sharing.

[Luke Cazalet-Smith]

Thank you for your condolences, but your blessings needn't be with I, nor my family. For it was a very close friend of mine, a friend I called brother, that I lost. But, I thank you regardless for such kind words. Bless you.

[RomaJ]

my codolences. This is just a wonderful piece with a beautiful message.

[Luke Cazalet-Smith]

Thank you, ever so much.