Today is the one-year mark since our Vyeshka passed away. We miss him every day, but we are forever thankful he shared his life with us and his sister, Byelka, who preceded him in death.

I know he is with us every day in spirit, and, one day, we’ll all be together again.

This is a poem I wrote for him and Byelka shortly after his death:

Red Sun Falls

As the red sun falls
And the night draws near
My sad heart calls
But you’re not here.

I walk into a room; I expect to see you there.
Only memories remain, feeling nothing but despair.

My love was strong; I thought you’d never die.
Love wasn’t enough, and you had to say good-bye.

As the red sun falls
And the night draws near
My sad heart calls
But you’re not here.

The laughter of others can never be for me.
From this place of sorrow, I shall never be set free.

I’ll wander through the days, until my own life ends,
Waiting for the time you’re the angel God sends.

As the red sun falls
And the night draws near
My sad heart calls
But you’re not here.

Yet I may love another, if mercy is true,
But there’s a place in my soul that will always be for you.

I will never love you less no matter where life strays,
And we’ll be joined forever at the end of my days.

As the red sun falls
And the night draws near
My sad heart calls
But you’re not here.

As the red sun falls
And the night draws near
My sad heart calls
But you’re not here.