WHITE FEATHER
First
came the sorrow, then the pain of loss, followed by the anger.
In
the end, it was the depression that engulfed me.
Know
that I’m surrounded by caring and loving people. But there are no words or
actions to take away the emptiness within. They worried about me but they
didn’t understand. He was the love of my life, father to my children, best
friend, lover and soul mate.
Then
one day, I saw one; soon they appeared everywhere. I picked up the soft, fluffy
white feather. It would join the others in my little jewelled box. You see, he
sent them, all of them—to let me know he was still around.
I
looked out to sea, took in the sunlight dancing across the waves, the blueness
of the sky, and heard the cry of the sea gulls.
For
the first time in months, I smiled.
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