These days with my friends after the death of their Parker, the nights that are longer, the days that seem darker, Days once filled with laughter by her magical super-power, love drifting about like perfume from a flower. Now she's gone, and her absence seems too awful to bear, the silence much louder than voices, full of care. When, in the odd pause, we sit there, reflective, sadness blind-sides us. We lose all perspective. That lives, like moments, are fleeting, and seem to end much too soon. But each life is just one note in a much longer tune. And each tune, part of an opera played on some cosmic stage, but the show's hard to see from this dot on the page. Does this grand knowing spare us life as a musical ink-stain? No. It doesn't. It can't. We must still feel our pain. Yet it may help us endeavor in a daily chore that seems small, but which it turns out, is the greatest challenge of all: To find peace in the quiet, within ourselves, find the strength, to experience each moment, good or bad, to full length. To find beauty in each day, to fill our hearts full of love, and in each other, find the magic that Parker's life was made of. Then our hearts will hear the melody, the song our lives will all sing, of the secret super-hero that lives within each human being.
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