When the world can no longer hold back the beloved from reaping his lifelong harvest, he receives an invitation to lay atop bountiful blossom. Transported within soft embrace of all those he’s loved, he is propelled by the hopes and dreams sprouting from his seeds planted and nurtured in our hearts.
During his ascent, his flame dances and grows across the tinder of his offspring, before it dwindles and extinguishes by the tears mourning his loss, finalizing his departure to the other side. Overcome with grief, the offspring are yet unable to recognize their own emboldened spirit, lit by the torch of the departed, to be sustained by the fuel of their own brilliance.
Until one day, we stare into the mirror to find the departed smiling through the twinkle of our own eyes. Our dreams lift off, carrying our spirits higher within the core, lighting the sky as shooting stars, trying their best to reach the ones we miss the most. The luminosity increases as they reach the grateful recipient, the gardener to whom we owe our existence.
He will always be missed. This is by design, don’t you see? The gap is too big and wide to fill. The gap is the new soil to be tilled and tended to plant our own garden. To reap the joys of our sweat and tears before embarking on our own journey before being propelled to the other side like all the others who came before us.