No matter how long you've anticipated a loved one's death,
nothing will prepare you for the moment it hits home.
The hurt, the pain, the loss, the void.
The tenderness of love,
the severity of love,
and all of its tension - the stretches, the tugging, the pulls and the strain.
Oh, yet the joy, the delight, the simple pleasures
of mystery.
Not the jaded, mere existence of familiarities,
habitual dependence, leeching of one another,
taking each for granted.
To love in Your Love,
to love with Your Love,
let Yours abound,
abundantly, lavishly.
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