One year ago Malathi you made your transition.
It happened at a time when it seemed like you had every reason to live.
You were vibrant and your life appeared to have been filled with excitement.
Indeed, it was exemplary.
For your lifestyle was the envy of others who desired, but were not able to muster the courage, to be good to themselves and their own best friends.
But suddenly and at the appointed time, a time unknown, certainly to those closest to you, maybe, even to you, or, if known to you, you did not tell us, or, could it have been we were not listening, at least not well enough to discern the truth about your reality?
Like a flower, which you told me that your name means in your native India, in due season you faded away.
Your soul took flight, three days before your breathless and soulless body that no longer could contain it, not even a portion of it, was cremated and the ashes returned to the earth from which they came.
Yes, for a year since you departed this mortal life, I would not, perhaps, could not, let go of you;
I could not say farewell. I could only greive and ache.
Now one year later I say, "My
Ave for Malathi," not in grief but in celebration.
Until then...until I join you in that eternal realm where flowers do not die and where souls live forever...I will continue to say as I rejoice these words that I have spoken to you many times while we looked into each others eyes, "I love you."
"My Ave for Malathi."
Copyright 2004 by Uriah J. Fields