Navigating Life's Tapestry - Chapter Two: Attra

19/4/2023... 

I'm grappling with how to begin this, but the compulsion to write is undeniable. 

It's been roughly twenty-four hours, and the ache of your absence has already settled in. I saw you just four days ago; you even acknowledged me with a raised hand despite the struggle with words in your current state. 

Yet, it was the look you gave me that spoke volumes—a familiar gaze. It mirrored the one in that picture, stained with spilled coffee, when you first bathed me. It echoed the same expression from the nights I announced I'd be sleeping over, and the mornings after, when you'd grace me with your famous pita. 

That look, assuring me that everything is okay, that you've got me—I miss it profoundly. Your food, your smile, the Syrian accent that defines home for me—I yearn for them all. I miss the way you loved me, a love so rare and precious. I've lost you not once, but multiple times, and it feels surreal. 

Life is unpredictable, often unbearable. 

Attra, even your name holds a poetic resonance. Your stories, the scenes you've witnessed, the traumas you endured—these have shaped you into a legacy, a gift, a gem. The familial bond we once shared has dissolved, but scratch that—I will honor you. I'll carry forward your legacy with love, respect, and peace. 

Rest peacefully, my angel. I'll encounter you in my dreams, perhaps even in the waking world soon, for a life without you feels like stepping into an eternal abyss.