I should have typed this or even recorded this letter for it to have gotten to you. 100 years is but a blink of an eye to you, you old soul.
You have seen the best of people and the worst of them and now when you close your eyes, you dream in color- reminisce the days of your prime and weep at the thought of your friends who have gone before you. I hope your limbs do not cause you pain, and that in all, you got to see your nephews and nieces and their children and their grandchildren.
Thank you for braving the seasons where you yearned for endless slumber.
Thank you for loving truly and whole heartedly and for holding the hands of your nephews and nieces.
Thank you for the books you wrote- the stories that have been passed down from one generation to the next.
Thank you for embracing and thriving in a realm so chaotic that you imagined and brought to life beauty.
And so, maybe I’d call you a Centurion-for you definitely have commanded a hundred legionaries of yourself, into this amazing stardust.
And for each breath, I thank you for those little things you did to get here- this right here is love and beauty from the one who is seeing you in her vision now, seated under that mango tree outside your home, the sound of the river winding her way downstream merging with the voices of your loved ones…this right here is her way of saying you did well Stardust, you did well.
nilichoandika 