Today as I peacefully rest, I am not alone.
Tonight, as I gently rise, I am not seeking peace.
I am not looking for peace on my last day, and nor will I spend this day searching.
I am not searching for meaning on my last day, nor will I spend this day looking.
My last day was built for love.
From the innocent voice of our newly sprouted seed to that last gentle kiss from our dearest child. I am not planning on searching for peace today.
With a familiar laugh heard down a crowded hallway to that heartfelt story told like it was the very first time. I am not preparing my family to start this new day.
They are ready.
I am preparing for the imagined sunrise emerging from the darkness.
The cloud of yesterday does not surround this room.
Love of family is all I see.
I am resting, but I stand tall knowing our love extends further than this bed we call home.
I found peace the moment I kissed the woman who I desperately reach out to touch.
I am confidently rising knowing the love of family is my greatest gift, my greatest love.