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Time Cannot Erase

Time cannot erase the moments we shared. The battles, the tears, the victories and losses. They are woven together like a tapestry; mingled colors both vivid and soft. To remove the treads of pain would be to make invisible the all the joys. The needle of fate pierced our family more times than seems fair. But it is said, to those that much is given, much also is required. We have been, indeed, given much. How many families share a bond that transcends time itself? How many sisters love with a passion that unequivocally states that they, themselves, would sooner be extinguished than to have to live without the others?

No, time cannot ease the images stitched within the fabric of our lives. That doesn’t me I don’t miss you. I miss all of you. Your face, your smile. Oh, that smile that was so full of unconditional love. It lit the room, sending life’s lingering shadows into hiding. My heart was always safe within that smile. Your heart never allowed anger to remain caged within is walls for long. Your forgiving nature was extended to us more times than I can recall or that either of us deserved.

You embroidered a relationship that was only frayed by death. You are still tethered to our circle as if you were still here. Your soul beats within our hearts and your voice echoes off the walls: Your presence still remains. The warmth of your hand as you wiped away my tears is still the hand that I hold when I see you in my dreams. It is your wisdom that I seek in the eleventh hour of danger. It is your approval that I seek to make me feel whol. Even in death you never fail me.

I am ever bound by the life you left behind but it is in your strength that I find the ability to fight the sanity that is our destiny. The wounds will never heal, but it is those gaping holes of absence that tells me of our relationship, a relationship mortally wounded by forever immortal.

My dear one, it is time to say goodbye, for now. The sun is setting, lighting the sky with your favorite colors. The bleeding of the burning rays, scorching the azure sky with variegated hues of peace. It’s as if you are painting the heavens, sending a message to us. Your finger brushing love across the great expanse telling us that:

“All is well, and in time, we will all be together again. Until then, my beautiful sisters, know, you have all of me.”

I must leave, she is waiting in the car, and I really have to go. Please, watch over her. She is not dealing with your absence well. She misses you and I just don’t know how to reach her. It was you that she turned to and well, now… you know, its fresh and she feels so, so very lost. She asked me to give you this. A perfect rose picked from Grams’ garden. Goodbye, Angel. Until we rendezvous again, know you have my love and… All of me.




PIPER J. HALLIWELL
1972-2001
FOREVER IN OUR HEARTS