Dear Guy,
Whatever time span you consider;
being it the year between four seasons, the days between New year and New Year’s
Eve; the repeating birthdays, your own and those of others you’re used to
celebrate; you can’t deny , I’m sorry Ma’am to steal the words, this has been
an ‘annus horribilis’.
Confronted with your own
declining energy, you lost unexpectedly the best friend and you carry the illness
of another one.
You told me it’s a relief to wake
up in the morning after dreaming about departures and moves. The plastic bags you
used to move with from one place to another are largely insufficient for the
moves you seem to make in your
nightmares.
Your micro life is not unaware of
the geopolitical changes, but a pandemic and a war are not exactly the
decorations one can imagine celebrating your stay here on this globe.
I heard that every day you want
to call and text and write to those you love and cherish to be sure they are
alive and let them know you do also.
Not so long ago you wrote not being
afraid of dying but being horrified thinking you will not be able before you go,
to meet those you care about, and especially her you love the most.
So let me convey the wish for
your B’day or being it the remaining days of the year, the season or whatever
time span one considers; you have only
one wish left; to see all of your beloved ones, close by and far away, to have
some quality hours with them in the hope you can do it all over in many returns
but if this is supposed to be the last one, as you said: “I could go with a
smile and thank them for passing by in my life.
Truly yours.
Guy.
