Shooting Star

12th January 2012 Thursday

It was the last time. My father died this morning. Every time I remember he isn’t here now it’s like touching a bruise in my heart.

Last night when my sister and I left him, I cried a bit in the car park. But then she saw a shooting star above us - falling in the dark through all the other stars. The Bushmen say it’s a sign of a soul passing to another realm.

I’m glad he’s there now. Where he chose to be - in the Light.