Deepa

A grief-dark wave pounds distant shores, encircling the globe and returning daily to submerge normalcy yet again.

Physical proximity is trivial. The illusion of separate islands of individuality is now gone.

We are connected, if not by blood-bond, then by shared loss and love.

The healing waters of time are slow in flowing, and not yet . . even . . stirring.

Thank you Deepa. We will remember you with much love.

("Paul-Uncle")

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