Your wheelchair has been empty for a year. There is no music coming from your room. I can no longer get lost in your deep brown eyes. I am no longer tickled by your perfect little nose.
The atmosphere of unconditional love which emanated from you is still a living presence. Wherever I step there is peace.
You are in another world where there is no pain and there are no seizures. You are part of limitless joy.
The feeling of you pervades every day, every thought, every action.
I am blessed.
Bittersweet.
Blessed.
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