“I’m taking a shower,” she squealed with delight as my wife scampered past and into the bathroom. 

Her joy in anticipation, the sheer radiance of her being left me speechless.

I was filled with the exuberant thrill of being alive that only children can experience. I was overwhelmed by the knowing that the woman who I had married was no longer here. She would never be here again, replaced now by a beautiful child being led to bathe because she no longer remembered to do so herself.

I heard music playing in the background, John Denver singing-

“Sweet, sweet surrender, live, live without care. Like a fish in the water, like a bird in the air.” ”

I cried.

There are times when I am absolutely certain there is a power, a force of being, a love beyond understanding that binds all life in Oneness.

Namaste’

tio stib

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