Last February, this wonderful gift named Cecille went home
to the One who loves her even more. Fighting cancer to the very end, her Maker and
Lord finally told her to stop. She fought a good fight, she finished her race,
and she had kept the faith. Her battle was finally won.
I love to write and the real spirit behind my writing has always
been Cecille. She saw my gift, was so proud of it and always believed it was
given for a higher purpose. When my story reserves are low, she was there to
launch me. She keeps me in tune. She is the best.
Cecille was the music on which I weave the words of my poetry.
That music, which hums all that is good, has now stopped. Last February 23,
2015, I lost my song.
I miss her. I miss her laughter. I miss her hugs. I miss her
cooking. I miss being in love with my true love. Now I struggle to find my
voice.
But sing I must. Even with cracked voice I will sing. She
may no longer be here to remind me of my gift, how proud she is, and what I
have is for a higher purpose. She may no longer be here to keep me in tune or
stir me to carry on. But she will always be my song. Her love and the universe that her beautiful love brought forth will always be my theme.
While there will be echoes that will remind me of the void
in my heart, I will continue singing my best. The melody that will waft and
fill this vast empty space will be the continuing story of a love that will
never leave, a love that will never cease.
I love you, babe! Forever here, forever here!
