She’s still there. She’s in your memories, where the concept of her existence lives on. She’s gone back to the all-encompassing system that surrounds us, forging on to become new life. The energy of her actions still resonates, from your brain chemistry right now to the tips of my fingers, sending signals through the world, echoing these words about her. She still lives in the past and is still doing everything that made her what she was, for time is only relative; happened and happening being only in the eye of the beholder. She dances, laughs and holds you kindly in the minds of everyone now reading this. She’s changed but hardly gone, my friend.
– Antonio Etayo (friend of one of my friends whose mother passed away weeks ago and this were the words he gave to comfort him)
Posted on Sunday November 6th
