Herbert Mensah

Grief is such a personal thing… you are left with an emptiness in which the air is scentless and still.

The lifeless corpse serves as notice of our future, an indication of our total fallibility as well as the connection with sadness.

We are all connected by the stream that descends from our eyes and yet the tears mean so many different things at different moments to different people.

Is the book closed or are the leaves representative of memories which one day will bring back the smile and possibly the laughter.

There may indeed be an after life but we must live what we have honestly and to the fullest until the Big Man upstairs determines otherwise….. after all Lenny did ! 😦