The wave
Dear Wout,
You will be missed yet always remain present. All my love to your dearest, Ellen, Liliane and Isabelle.
Here's a poem from David Whyte who knows the words like no one else.
Esther
THE WAVE
You arrived as a ripple of change emanating
from an original, unstoppable,
memory, a then made now,
entirely yourself, found now in the world,
now as creator of that world,
you were a signature written in sand
taken by the ocean and scattered
to another wave form, your disappearance
only made more beautiful
by the everyday arrival of a tide
where my voice can still join yours,
hungering for the fall of water,
so that walking the reflected sand,
I set myself to learn by your going,
knowing across death’s wide ocean,
the ultimate parallel to friendship.
...
THE WAVE
From Pilgrim: Poems by David Whyte