My dear friend. What can I say. This is a very difficult time for me. I cant get it. Ijeoma. Why? We had just talked. We had so much planned. Then. Just like that, you are gone. Why? The last one month...cant find words for it. As I struggle to make sense of this, I continue to lean on the faith we shared. Oh my sister, we had such deep talks about our faith in God. When I remember these moments, Im able to gather strength to face another day knowing that I cant see or talk to you. I take courage in the words of the poem we once talked about. The beauty of it reminds me that you are now in a better place. That you are now at peace. That you are not gone, still with us, only in a different form. How beautiful. Oh yes. You will always be with us...what a reunion it will be when we see each other again. Until then...rest with the angels. I will always love and miss you.
Do not stand
By my grave, and weep,
I am not there,
I do not sleep--
I am the thousand winds that blow,
I am the diamond glints in snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning's hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight.
I am the day transcending night.
Do not stand
By my grave, and cry--
I am not there,
I did not die.