Bert Charles Christophe Murphy

A candle was lit by Kelly Amar on February 7, 2018 5:09 PM

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Uncle Dearest,

It's been three weeks since you've gone. The sun is shining warm and bright; somehow I feel like you've brought the springtime early for me. To comfort me, to make the fragrant blossoms burst, to envelope this town in your warm embrace. You left behind the cold grey winter so your spirit could shine bright. Your spirit is saying it's been reborn like in the Spring. Somewhere in that big blue sky, the blueness of your eyes are still watching me. As the grass grows tall and green I am changing. I'm getting our work done so quickly now, but it is so quiet. It was always quiet when we worked together; you were never brash or cross with me. I loved the stillness of your presence. The world was chaos around me, but in your home, I had a haven. A refuge. An oasis. Always you smiled and thanked me. You made me feel important. You created in me the strong woman I am today. Yes, I am working as I promised you I would. The quietness still holds, ever quieter now that I'm alone. Alone, but never apart. While the world is bursting forth with life, I am holding you near to my heart. Through me you live on. Oh how I will grow, in the warm sunshine, looking up to you with my own blue eyes.