You would be seventy-one today, although you are above all these countings of this tiny earth moving the orbit around the sun when you are high up there looking down.

Even though this photo above was taken on your 40th birthday, it shouldn’t matter to you who flies up there and is not into celebrating birthdays. However, as your beloved psychologist, Dr Carl Jung, mentioned, that was the beginning of your life; though short, I am sure enough that you have just done your research.💖

We had a lot of fun that night with this party for two. We walked into the city, hopped into a pub, drank some beers, and met a talkative Iranian whose nonsense talk made our evening delightful!

Anyway, let me take this opportunity to celebrate your (wel)coming on this orbit as I am forced to count these rotations so long I live the life here on the surface. We had joy, we had fun, we had seasons in the sun…

I’d like to add a part of a poem by an excellent poet and friend, Holly (House of Heart), because I somehow found a connection between them. I hope she doesn’t mind! (Of course, the whole poem is to read here: Departure. 🙏💖

I’ve etched your voice in my memory, not to forget the sound of flight, birds battered by the wind.  Still In dreams you orbit above me, a hint of blue at dawn that I may sleep free of shadow.

I’ve pared us down to dark and light, forgotten all I know of love and when I speak my words catch like rose petals tied with silk, crushed beneath a breath.

Our relationship was something unique. I mean for us both, and I am so happy to have this privilege.

I’ll hold your thoughts and teaching tightly as they remain in my mind. Keep an eye on me! 🙏💖🤘

In memory of the time of our imagination and research!🦋🌈🌱🌿