September 29th 2015

Dear Nora,

I visited your headstone today. For several moments I just sat there on the grass, content on feeling the wind blow against my skin, detached from the rest of the world.

Nature is beautiful, it really is. I started talking to you about the grass, how luscious it appeared, or the ladybug that crawled across the field and ran along my jeans, before disappearing once again into the grass, with its colorful red and black shell. The thing is, we are always so busy with ourselves that we never notice our surroundings, and what's sad about that is that it does not require a major commitment. A pause in our daily routine - just one or five minutes at least- and we could admire the beauty around us.

But we never do that. Instead, we wait. We wait until it's all over, when the beauty is gone and then we mourn about its departure. It's pitiful, literally, how we don't recognize what we have until it's gone. First, I lost you and now I am losing me.

Love you like crazy,

Aurora