Chistmas time was very hard. It was about this time that she was so sick, and all we could do was watch her waste away. She was so angry and not at rest, and I didn't know what to say or do. So I sat with her, and held her hand, and told her that I loved her. I remember drawing back the curtain on the window in the room where her bed stood, on the day it started to snow. We watched the big flakes silently float down, and she said that it was soothing. In the evening, she called all excited, to have me take a picture of the sunset, flaming red winter sun going down, behind the bare trees.
I wonder where she is now. I wait for a sign. In a dream, she was laying in a pool of light/water, pale blue. She was struggeling to open her eyes. Like it was a new thing to do. She said: "I didn't die, I'm just somewhere else now. I couldn't stay anymore."
Dreams....