(Rhia died way too soon. I miss her, I miss our conversations, the letters we exchanged. I deeply regret not having expressed to her, while she was alive, how much she meant to me. There is an old Portuguese saying which translates "Death has no remediation.")
Each time I pass through Richmond I feel your presence,
More strongly than I ever did when
You were here with us,
Sharing with us our laughter, tears and fears.
Your departure was so sudden, so unexpected,
So tragic. We miss you terribly and
We've exhausted all attempts to fill the vacuum
That your withdrawal has created
In our hearts and in our conversations.
My love for you was a helpless infant
That, orphaned, must now fend for itself.
From time to time I intuitively feel that
Some quality in my life is conspicuously absent.
I know what is missing is you.
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