🌿THE EMPTY CHAIR
🪽🕊️A reflection on loss, memory, and the love that lingers long after presence fades.
My first time coming back__
standing in this room,
it feels so quiet, so bare.
Memories of you play in my
head;
your presence still
lingers in the air.
I see you in your favorite
chair,
a smile so bright,
self-conscious of your few
wisps of hair,
eyes so full of light,
asking about my life
with genuine interest and
care,
not centering on yourself,
little mention of your
personal nightmare.
As I sit across the room,
I watch with hope,
compassion,
not wanting to stare,
etching this moment into
memory,
not wanting to forget your
face
for when you are
no longer here.
Trying to understand
what possible lesson could
be learned in this—
why it feels so unfair.
I have so many questions,
answers I cannot bear
to hear.
Your eyes spoke with
willpower,
a gratitude that
was rare.
Dreaming of children’s
weddings,
your daughters—
a matching pair.
With walks down the aisle,
stunning dresses to wear,
a veil of laughter and
happiness
masking worry and fear.
Your days were numbered;
just how many was unclear.
Yet steadfast and clear
you made the most of every
moment
you were here.
To the universe,
your wishes were made
clear:
to prevail, to conquer, to
survive,
to be alive,
as the ending drew near.
In time, the balance slowly
shifted;
time began to dwindle,
not much left to spare.
The day arrived that left us
bare—
your battle was over,
fought hard, fought fair.
Final peace has come;
your ashes rest in
eternal care.
Love endures forever;
her heart’s light still fills the
air.
I still see you,
I still feel you__
echoes of you
in your empty chair.
🕊️For my sister, whose love whispers in every quiet room.
Happy Heavenly Birthday 🪽

Beautiful!
Such a beautiful tribute to your sister. ❤️