They say oak trees grow for 300 years, and stay in their glory for another 300 years, and then decay and die their last 300 years.
We have many things to talk about, and I have learned so much about life from him. He may be rugged to touch, but his wrinkles are mild and forgiving.
I visited last week again, and found him standing there as usual, waiting for me. This time in splendid evening light.
His advice I always follow – stay true to yourself and help others to do the same. Be kind and helpful to all living beings on this earth. That is why we are here together.
When I looked at my photos, now uploaded…I realized his voice was not just in my head or in my mind –