ank you for writing to me. The software to translate doesn't do a good job; but, I get the gist. I'm just so glad you are writing to me.
I know to day you are going to temple to pay homage to your mother. She still loves you like you do her, and she cares very much for you.
There are those in the world that love you. Like me. When I eat alone, which is all the time, I think of you. I'm able to bring back those emotions and mental pictures of the meaningful experiences in life I had with you, and continue to have because I can relive them as long as I have memory: The beautiful settings we'd be in, the smell of you and the feel of you when I hold you, your smile and gaze into my eyes, a warm loving gaze. These experiences are not gone, but live still, and will continue to live with me as long as I do. You are still deeply connected to me and I will not let that go.
I my own loneliness I'm finding strength to still be hopeful when it doesn't seem too hopeful. Not wishful thinking, but, looking to the small positive things, the good almost unnoticeable events in a day, that provide those little-but piercing projections of light. rays of authentic hope in the concrete here and now. You helped me learn how to see those rays of light even when all seemed dark. Thank you for helping me take notice of small everyday good things.
Your difficult times will pass my Sweetie. In the meantime, I pray in a manner that is in keeping with the type of spirituality I follow, for you. I pray that the abundant giver of life will hold you in the power of life and will refresh your spirit.
I'll write more later.
I miss you very much and love you.
tom