Leafdays

Today a caring, tender, exceptional woman lost her husband. Today a sweet gentle little girl lost her father.
I wish there was something, anything I could do to ease their sorrow, and it enrages me to know that there isn’t.
But there is perhaps something I can tell them. His spirit is still with them. He is in the banana tree out in the garden, in the kalo patch he tended, in the waterfall and the shrimp-filled river down the mountain, in the orchid that bears his name and in the distant sound of the ocean that laps the beautiful, verdant island where he lived.
Farewell M. May you watch over your family forever.