The light is gone. Her light. A light that spilled from one to one through the blood of the most Holy Mercy into her heart.

It left on a cloudy Sunday morning, stole away unexpectedly.

Perhaps her refusal of food and water, should have shouted it to us, shook us enough to know that her seventy pound body had reached its cancer ravaged time.

Or maybe the rain, its tender mercy whispering drop by gentle drop, its silent patter on the window glass, a revelation of her departure.

The rain was my sign.  The blossoms of spring hers, that and her never ending smile.

After she had escaped her body, I felt her, heard her shiny voice telling her children.

“Don’t be sad.  It’s beautiful here.  And I am with you. I will never leave your heart.”

I believe her.  I believe in the wondrous mystery that breathes its melodious chorus into the unseen.

Oum El Khiat- only love can replace you.

Love, Love, and more Love

Habibi

Oum El Khiat Hiba