Love's Fearsomeness

We comfort ourselves in quiet
remembrance, fond memories
of our silly conceit when we thought
she was there with us for our
entertainment. Little realizing till
much, much later that she in her
stead understood our relationship
differently; one where we existed to
entertain her, though we found both
amusement and satisfaction in so
doing. Now fully invested in both
experience and grief, we entirely
appreciate how vitally important
her presence in our lives had been
in sharing happiness. We miss her 
keen cleverness, her sense of plot
and adventure, her curiosity and her
dauntless courage, insistent on life's
purpose explored even while it
slowly drained from her the means
to pursue that promise. Someone
once declared it is a fearsome thing
to love what death will take, but
sometimes there are no other options.