They suggested I should write about writing.
Writing, in this moment, means only one thing – to express what fills my heart.
It has been more than 10 months. Soon it will be a year.
Her presence is everywhere, in each corner of this home.
Her presence will be till the home remains. But perhaps time has to come to say goodbye to the house. The children insist.
After 40 years I’ll move house. She too will move with me. To our new home.
Home will be where her presence is and will be.
I write, because I must.