Echo Enduring Empty Contest
"Losing a parent in their early sixties can be a terrible, heart-dark feel, but never a love loss deal" ... Poet
The arrival of his departure (A numb and cruel upheaval starter) was an emotional core rupture; a visual goodbye to my father. I saw his final, last inhale that would never flow to release. I saw his life light fade to pale before leaving to forever peace. In time, I joyously came to know his essence was such a strong force, he could bend love air to a flowing echo and sound it when I needed him most. I feel sure my father's echo has limits. Souls exist in spirit realms, so echo assists must be supremely granted gifts. At times I feel soak in the depths his visit.
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