Presence

considering the death of a friend who has not died yet, who in fact is in perfect health, or a parent, a family member, all who walk & talk beside you, giving one the feeling of belonging or at least a simple somethingness in this futile world---it defines a presence--- the very essence of that person in your life & the void which will inevitably come (it’s either you or them) is impossible to determine, even if one has had plenty die around them, even if they have never recovered from such death, the possibility of the death of a family member or a good friend is something that one cannot write about with any true sincerity, until of course, it is too late---so with this tool of words, we are helpless, with this tool of artistry, we can do nothing at all to save those closest too us, all we can do it dwell in the wondrous moment with them & though there may always be the question as to whether the pain felt in their passing is something which one can endure, the presence felt by them while alive is something irreplaceable, a piece of the puzzle to be brought along the way (never dropped for any reason).