In this second year, the weight of existence has grown heavier. My mind, like a ship navigating uncharted waters, still grapples with the contours of this altered reality.
My sweet daughter, a luminous thread woven into the fabric of my being, remains as vividly alive now as she was before.
And yet, time defies its own boundaries. More than a year has slipped through its intangible fingers, yet the moments I shared with her persist, etched in my consciousness.
The memory of our last encounter lingers, a fragile tapestry of emotions. It is as if time, in its capricious dance, has folded upon itself, compressing years into mere days.
The scent of her perfume, the warmth of her touch-these sensations remain fresh, untouched by the relentless march of hours.
How peculiar it is that time doesn't exist in the same way when thinking of our loved ones who transitioned to a different realm.
Perhaps there, beyond the veil, time flows differently, a river unbound by earthly constraints. Our departed ones, suspended in that ethereal expanse, exist in perpetual moments, their essence interwoven with the cosmic fabric.
And so, as I navigate this second year without her physical presence, I find solace in the belief that time, in its enigmatic wisdom, transcends mere chronology. It is a bridge that connects us to those we hold dear, even when they reside in a dimension beyond our reach.
—Jorge R.
Holly Margl is the award-winning author of Witnessing Grief; Inviting Trauma and Loss to Our Coaching Conversations, An Enneagram Perspective, coach, coach mentor, and trainer specializing in grief, trauma, and the Enneagram.
