a month since you have been gone

I can't write about Minto, without not feeling a groundswell of emotion rising within me. I don't know what to say. His death marks the loss of an irretrievable part of ourselves; experienced everyday, in the mundane nitty-gritty of our daily life. What he means to our family is a pure indescribable love that i don't think we have found in ourselves or in the relationships we have kept or continue to keep. He remains the soul of family that will never die; at least i can live with the hope that it won't. And when he ceases to be, i know that our time to perish has come.