Even in his inability to be mobile or coherent, his eyes still smiled through it all every time we came to visit.
I clutch at the past for days when I had not known my grandparents, not really understanding their language and not seeing them often enough. But love was expressed through other means, nonetheless － love was in the homemade soups and meals. Love was in the quiet gaze and ever present smiles. Love was in the nods and the hugs.
Life flashes past us all when we are not aware.
Spirits of my ancestors are always with me, though they are no longer physically here any longer. They feel closer than ever. Their presence transcend language.
My clutch loosens...
And I listen.
To the silence.
In the stillness.
No more worrying about the future...
And dwelling in the past...
Remember my dear: your presence is powerful enough to alchemise all into grand magnetic life force.
Be you, be free, it's all available for you, 💋