Keeping it simple for you

In the Void... Ji, I’m starting a new chapter today... A chapter shaped by responsibility, a chapter that speaks only in silence. Your voice echoes in the void, wishing me luck and yet, somewhere deep inside, it tares me to piece. I know I shouldn't worry, because you are always with me. But in the silence I struggle, a silence I’m not ready for. In your warmth, I’ve faced the world. Now, I will rise and stand against all odds. No matter where life takes me, I promise I won’t let you down. So... wish me luck not because I ask for it, but because I know it’s always there..... guiding me, as I walk a path with no map. I miss you so much baba... Stay well my love :x

Unaware of the Where.... . I may have accepted the truth, Yet how real it feels, I cannot say. The facts remain, but I can’t find my place in them; Their weight is vague, Their echo unbearable. I’m moving forward, or so I claim..... But the ground beneath me still wavers. I know you're there... Where, I do not know. Life was once painted in color, And perhaps we still try to add more. But every tie-dye we once made together Now ceases to fade.. As if time, too, refuses to let go. I reach deep within to release the sorrow, Yet I cling to the breath that steadies me. The breath you once shared, The warmth that lived in your embrace.. Now lives only in the threads you left behind. And still, a sudden chill steals even that away. Cast away... to cast a way. Nurture my steps from wherever you are. I try to move, truly I do... But something holds me still. Stay with me, forever, my love. I know you're there, Only... unaware of the where.💔

speaking to a presence that no longer reassures ....  an unsteady pillar that once held me strong.   It’s been a month… A month of fighting, of being irritable and restless — but only to be met with silence. It’s been a month of talking, sharing, and breaking down — but only into empty space, no arms to hold the heaviness. It’s been a month of smiling, laughing, pretending — but only in front of an unsteady pillar that no longer leans back. The clock keeps ticking, alarms ring, reminders buzz — but there’s no one to be picked up, no one to return. Even the warmth I find in these fragile comforts, feels unfamiliar, even frightening — because fear now hides in everything and nothing. Still, I promise to rise, to gather the strength you once believed I had. I will try to be strong for the kids, for our life. But I need to ask…   You said you'd come back for our kids — can you assure me that your hands are still guiding them, blessing them, protecting them? You don’...