NEDEL

tw: grief

I misss you. I am standing in the forest – crying. The first time after a while. I did not cry when I visited your grave the last time. But I am crying right now – beeing surrounded by the trees, the mud, the wind that makes the leaves dancing down on the ground. Silence – like you have been silent – like you faded away. Humbleness. I want to continue listening to your stories about your childhood, about your brothers and sisters, about your parents, about your adventures. I miss kissing your cheek that was slightly itching me because of your beard. I miss hearing the sound of you drinking coffee out of that big brown-yellowish mug while eating a peace of bread that is at least 2cm thick.

I love and I miss you Opi.

 

 

With Love,

Jule-s