A space an open wound at times, a precious memory of what was and what I had.
Nothing or no one can take it from me.
Love is transcended through time, space, and spiritual awareness.
Rich is that space and will always be no matter where I am, what I am doing, or who I am with.
He is there.
Those who say they care and love and think that they know he walks with them on their life
journey should then be aware that what they do and say along their journey he sees and experiences.
The emotional and mental abuse, the hate, the pettiness, the lies, he sees and feels.
The pain he must be enduring in the realm he exists must be awful.
I am so sad and I pray for him.
His tears run down his cheeks as he shakes his head.
Honour the life he lived.
Respect him for once.
Give him peace.
Give yourself peace.