Reflection
Tonight, I was waiting for the sunset behind a grey, gloomy sky and felt a quiet pull to go for a walk. My heart was aching with longing for my beloved Gustavo. The rain had left the air fresh and cool, yet the clouds felt heavy with sorrow. I had no destination in mind, only the whisper inside that led me to the familiar old school stadium, the place where I once walked with friends, and with Toby, the dog.
As I entered the field, tears filled my eyes. I looked up to the fading sun. Its soft rays pushed through the clouds, breaking the darkness for just a moment. If only we could have a few more minutes together. If only I could look once more into your deep, green eyes and whisper, “My beloved boy, please, forgive me.”
If only we could walk side by side again in the golden light, as we so often did. If only I could hold you close, bring you with me, tell you how much you mean to me, how deeply I love you, before the cruelty of others tore us apart. These “if onlys” pour down like rain, hopeless and unrelenting.
And then, in front of my feet, I found a light brown dove feather, a tender echo of the ones I found in the vineyard weeks ago. The feather was your sign, Gustavo, your way of reminding me that our love does not end.
Prayer
My beloved Gustavo,
May the signs of our dear ones guide us through grief and heartache.
May feathers, sunrays, and gentle creatures remind us that we are never alone.
May the love we share live forever, beyond time, beyond loss.
Closing
If you, too, have lost a beloved companion, may you find your own feather, your own quiet sign of comfort, in the gentle world around you. Love leaves traces, and sometimes they arrive in a feather, a sunbeam, a bird’s gaze, carrying whispers of connection that never end.