Babe has passed away. She hadn’t been here in awhile posting much. Quite a while. She’d had serious health problems for a good long time. I learned only tonight that she had passed away in her sleep on February 27th of this year.

We used to correspond quite a bit. Despite everything she faced she seemed optimistic and full of hope that some way, somehow things would get better. She had so much empathy and was always thinking about me and my travails when she wrote. And she did so for many others as well.

Amazing.

Amazing that someone facing much more serious things than I and most of us could be like that.

She was creative, artistic and could really make emails come to life. She could make me laugh. And how she could make me cry.

How I wished I had her bravery.

She contributed a lot of wisdom and caring to these forums back then. She gave so much of herself. So much. Time after time after time.

Gone.

Like that.

God, it hurts. You know what? It hurts.

I’m sitting here is a daze. I’m sitting here and hearing the words of an old song run through my mind…..

“If time were not a moving thing
And I could make it stay
This hour of love we share
Would always be
There’d be no coming day
To shine a morning light
And make us realize our night is over”

[www.lyricsdomain.com]

Just like that. Over.
If only I could make it stay.
I mean, see, maybe if we could all just go back only for a moment or two. Just go back to love a little more, to hold a little more, to hug, to care better, to say goodbye better.
If only we could.

I hear another voice from long ago…..

“It is said that all things must come to an end. That knowing that there will be an ending brings relevance and poignancy to our moments. When those whom we have loved and shared our destinies with pass on perhaps we may come to think of their soul as a collection of candles.

“We must, each of us who cared, take one of these candles with us upon the rest of our journey. These candles, these reminders of what we once had, of whom we once loved will serve not only to light our own path with compassion and wisdom but to light the paths of others who will follow where we have gone.

“As we continue our journey we will collect many such candles along our way. Each will indeed broaden our life, make our perspectives keener, remind us to love always, and give us both serenity and acceptance for when our turn comes and we shall stop at some place along the path. As it was written: there is a time to live, a time to die.

“Just as we had, we may hope others will carry forth the candles of our yesterdays, our dreams, our lives and friends, our laughter, our tears, and all that once was for a more loving, more caring tomorrow. How might we honor the Almighty more?”

Love ya, Good Kid.
You will forever light my path.
Thank you for sharing.
Thank you for caring about me.

And God…..
Thank you so much for Babe.

CK

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