My grandmother now laid to rest, pondering thoughts surround me. What happens now? Does the darkened clouds lighten for a sun to beam through? Does the wind blow strong enough for a sail to carry a tiny boat to the distant sea? Even I cannot answer these trivial riddles. The environment I now reside in feels different, a more peaceful setting but a presence missed entirely. A missed aroma I’ll never smell again for as long as I live on this earth. I’m feeling a bit empty right now but I’ll be fine. I have more than enough projects to occupy my time sparingly, enough to think of you along the way. I only desire in making you proud of me.
Rest on as I continue earning my place in this world.
– C.A. Thomas