You cannot outrun the Wind. I've tried so many times now. It brings memories, reminds me of what I don't understand, what I've lost. I feel like a fallen leaf, detached form the tree in winter. It's cold and so very bare here on the ground. The Wind tosses me to and fro, sometimes landing in places I'd rather not be.
I miss him. I miss seeing him smile. I miss seeing them sitting together and most of all I miss when it was all of us sitting together. I saw where they put it, where they reverently placed his mask. I see an empty shell, as empty as my heart. How can you try to live after that first breath of air, then have it disappear? You're so used to it. Always being there. Sometimes its harder to breath but its still there. He's still there. Now I can't breath...He's gone where I cannot follow, though I've searched. In all his favorite places I've looked for signs of him, any recent footsteps or a precious single lock of his white hair.
I am met with nothing.
So I stare and hope. I hope he will return to me someday before I'm gone. I hope I will know what to do when he comes home.
I hope he knows that I love him.
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