Never the Way We Were
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I held Stellan's urn in my arms, numb and hollow, and brought him back to the old house.
The morning wind and sunlight fell across my face. I lay on the bed with the urn pressed against me and found myself thinking of the day, many years ago, when Mom left.
I had fallen terribly ill. Stellan stayed at my bedside around the clock, talking to me day and night.
"Elara, I want to be your swallow. The kind that knows its nest and knows its mate. No matter how far I fly, I'll always come back to you."
If only my eyes could see. I wished Stellan could finally sleep well. I wanted to read him that lullaby poem he had always loved.
Even though we went our separate ways, I would remember him forever