I saw my boyfriend’s dad for the last time

I saw my boyfriend’s dad for the last time this weekend on terms I wish I didn’t.

I wish it was My Love & I taking a trip somewhere, saying goodbye.

Or us sending his parents off on a vacation to enjoy their time away from their day to day lives.

I watched him lay in sleep, letting my eyes play tricks on me as if any moment now he would wake up.

Deep sadness settled into my body every time I reminded myself he wouldn’t.

His presence floated around the room, making us laugh and think of the times well spent.

I felt him there.

And he made his winks and smirks all under the breath of the world because he too is now a part of the whole.

There’s nothing I can say to My Love to console him..

I try and think of so many but words seem as nothing compared to the feelings I feel emanate from him.

I’m sorry.

And I wish I could say something better.

But the essence and love of his dear father’s heart is vibrating through my ears and soul it’s so loud I just want you to listen..

Because he loves you.

And now he can show you through the blooms of flowers and subtle gifts on your doorstep because he is the infinite.

And I see him sit next to you with your head in your palms.

And he rests his hand on the back of your neck to try and tell you, it’s okay.

And you’ll understand that soon.

Grace has taken back a precious part of itself because it needs all the strength it can get to further you on your mission.

And he wanted a way to help you in all directions.

So be here now, be here now, be here now;

Because so is he.

He is the now.

And every moment you speak under your breath and only a whisper can be caught by the wind, he’ll hear it.

Even when you don’t make a sound.

Thank you for your existence.

You did so good.

We’ll see you again soon.

-Natalia

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