You are gone,meanwhile the world keeps turning.Birds fly in search of foodor just because that’s what birds do.Tides come and go heeding their timeless rhythm,daybreak follows nightfall,dawn leads to dusk. You are gone,yet the world continues.Today is a good day to die –I remember thinking earlierstanding by your bedside. The mountain air is crispand warm rayscome through the window I just opened. You are gone,the loving light behind your blue eyesis extinguished.And my laden heart, holds itself in sorrow. The Celtic Book of the Dead,from which I read to you words of love and comfort,still lies open on my chair. We said our soft goodbyes, a few days backbefore you…