Love and Death
Recollection and reflection
2 min readMar 26, 2022
Easter Sunday last year, I woke to a vision.
Not prone to visions, I knew at once what it was as it came, perfect and fully formed behind my eyes.
I sat next to you as you lay dying in an aching, far-future moment. I held your hand as we said goodbye in this life and my soul cried for the loss.