pink ribbon

I have two email addresses I still can't delete. I just can't. For the two hearts who are not here to read those emails anymore.

In 2004 two young women I knew passed away, both taken by cancer. Rach, the stunning, unique, girl-next-door full of future from Australia and Fiona B, the beautiful, loving mother of 3 and wife onf 1 and sister of many from PNG. I don't have any words. Only a handful of memories. The people, the women, the girls, who pass through our lives, such fires and such power and such sweet dreams.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness Month.

When I think of them I think on Khalil Gibran (Islam/Eastern poet d.1913) and find some solace in his words on love, life and loss.

And the elders of the city stood forth and said:
Go not yet away from us.
A noontide have you been in our twilight, and your youth has given us dreams to dream.
No stranger are you among us, nor a guest, but our son and our dearly beloved.
Suffer not yet our eyes to hunger for your face.

And the priests and the priestesses said unto him:
Let not the waves of the sea separate us now, and the years you have spent in our midst become a memory.
You have walked among us a spirit, and your shadow has been a light upon our faces.
Much we have loved you. But speechless was our love, and with veils has it been veiled.
Yet now it cries aloud unto you, and would stand revealed before you.
And ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.

Khalil Gibran 'The Prophet'