to the sky

November 2, 2014 § 2 Comments

big tree

I can still remember the picture of us—the day we talked about it—more than eleven years ago.


“And why are you always trying to hide ‘on’ the trees?” I asked you. “That’s the most unusual and the last place anyone who plays hide-and-seek wants to pick. We can’t even say it ‘hiding’ because you’re too obvious to be seen!”

You grinned, showing your front bunny teeth. “I don’t care. You know that I looove the sky! I want to catch the stars. One day, I will be the one who works at the International Space Station. I can send you hundreds photos of the Earth.”


Now I am standing alone, in the middle of beautiful sea of bluebells, no trees nearby. Because you don’t need trees anymore, dear friend. Since an angel took you yesterday.

I look up to the sky, smiling and trying to hide my tears. Now you have reached far beyond the International Space Station.

Good bye. You will forever be missed.



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