Tomorrow is the first anniversary of the passing of someone close to me. Forgive me if I'm feelling a little introspective and reflective tonight.
I've heard of a place called the Other Side. It is where, when one gets there, all will be revealed. On the Other Side, there is peace, love and harmony. Strife and suffering is no more. I've know many, many people who have gone there, gone to this Other Side. Trouble is, they don't come back. Sometimes I think I feel their presence. It might come in a cool summer breeze or a chilling of the bones in winter. They speak but I don't always know what they are saying. I can only assume they speak a language I do not yet understand there on the Other Side.
So here I am, on this side of Other. I miss those who have journeyed over. I wish I could have one more day, a few hours, even a moment to tell them just how much I love them and have, regretfully, come to know just how much they meant to me here. Yet I know that they know this. I know it because I have come to believe they are indeed where all has been revealed; all is peace, love and harmony. I cannot believe it would be any other way.
And therefore I wait, here on this side of Other. I remind myself to find all the joy and love and harmony I can while here, on this side of Other.