TWENTY-FIVE
July 2007
“Dearest Faizan,
I completed Soul Searcher!
It took me six years to complete your legacy. I have no more goals, only a little gift left by you, our son and your parting gift that gave me the gift of hope and survival!
He smiles like you. And knows the exact time to cheer me up when I am down. The other day when I came through the door, he took the groceries from me and carried them through the house. It took my breath away. He has your lopsided grin and the same shock of hair, more at the front, a few curls on the sides, straight down his back. He hates having his nails clipped. I sometimes wonder if he isn’t an incarnate of you, not that I ever believed in those things. But I didn’t believe in a lot of things until you left. I still believe that love lives forev
