Despite the sadness, there is no crushing guilt.
Despite the longing, there is no condemnation.
Despite the pain, there is no despair.
Despite the grief, there is no need to blame.
In quietness and in solitude, the tears flow, but willingly so, for having experienced the Joy of Love, and of being Loved.
In darkness and in waking, the heart sighs, but gratefully so, for the Gift that was given, and the days shared together.
In gentleness and in love, the spirit mourns, but freely so, for assurance from within, that your beloved in Heaven is free at last, to live a life of true Happiness, as such that can’t be imagined, while here on earth.
And so, looking up, I realised, more than anything else, I am happy thinking of how happy Pebbles must be right now…
…Love is a gentle sorrow.
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