Introduction
The morning will break, even when your world feels shattered. Despite the ache in your heart, the sun will climb, painting the sky with a defiant warmth that challenges the lingering shadows. The air will fill with the sweet, persistent chorus of birds, a joyful melody that seems impossible to reconcile with the quiet sorrow settling in your soul. You might question how the world can keep spinning, how you’ll ever find the strength to place one foot in front of the other. But you will. You’ll be okay, even on that first day, when I’m gone.
As twilight descends, fireflies will dance their silent ballet, and the familiar calls of whip-poor-wills and crickets will fill the air. Each star will emerge, a tiny beacon in the vast, velvet expanse, draped in silvery light and purple hues. You’ll lie in our bed, the quiet heavy around you, dreading the dark, and perhaps even dreading the dawn that will follow. Yet, you’ll be alright on that first night, when I’m gone.
There will be moments you reach for me, a reflex born of habit and love, whispering my name into the empty space beside you. It will feel as though sorrow has become your constant companion, and this world, once so familiar, has transformed into something alien. But life, in its insistent way, will beckon. Daffodils will bloom, painting the landscape with vibrant yellows, and glorious blue skies will stretch endlessly above. A memory of me will surface, unexpected and gentle, and you’ll find yourself smiling, softly, to your own surprise. And even though your love for me will remain, steadfast and true, you will rediscover your place in this world. Just give it time. We’ll both be fine, when I’m gone.