I can’t ask you

I turned to you to ask you a question. But you were not there. You cannot come back.

You were so knowledgeable, I could mention something and you knew the way my mind was working. You would ask me and be surprised by what I knew. We agreed that I had picked up a lot of knowledge from you. I recognise trains and tractors because of you. I could ask you about chemistry and physics. We would laugh and compete to answer TV quiz questions. Sometimes I would beat you, other times you would beat me. Most often it was a draw.

Thinking of you now I see a hole in the air where you were. A space unfilled by your spirit. You have gone ahead, like going to bed, and I don’t want to follow yet? My bonds are here on earth, close tied to friends and family. Don’t let me loose those bonds yet. I have obligations, how could I let the cats down? My family down. Please look over me and keep me safe in your heart as I hold you in mine.

Thoughts late at night.

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8 thoughts on “I can’t ask you”

  4. I really feel for you, dealing with this loss. Losing a mentor is tough – they’re not just a source of knowledge but also guidance and when they’re gone, it feels like there’s something missing. But here’s the thing: their insights are still with you, lighting your path as you continue to explore and learn on your own. This legacy makes them ever-present in our lives even if physically they may be absent.

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