We slept heavy hearted.

We wake early to a phone call.

Hearts sinking.

Snow falls softly & serenely outside.

So peaceful.

We make fresh tracks in the snow as we drive.

The drive feels so long, so quiet.

The silence in grief doesn't need to be filled with words.

We arrive at the house & walk slowly back to his bedroom.

There his suffered body lie.

My eyes look intently for the rise & fall of his chest...waiting...hoping.

No. The body is still.

So still.

This is now just a body.

A cancered body that once held the soul of someone we love.

Jonathan is gone.

His soul has moved on.

Now, we wait in hope.

To see him again.

To move on to "Aslan's Country,"

where life awaits, free of the suffering & sorrow that is so near here.

This day two years ago I remember so well.

I write this to remember & to feel.

To live is to feel.

And I wouldn't want to miss out on that.

.....

Remembering Jonathan Pound & holding tight to hope.