Thy presence, my light.
Itsey passed away on Thursday, June 9 while sleeping in the sun. Losing him has challenged my faith, but ultimately we're all in Our Father's embrace at all times, whether in carnated or in spirit only. Often, when Itsey wasn't feeling well over the last couple weeks, I would hold him and sing this old Irish hymn to him, and he loved it and slept contentedly in my arms.
I have felt his presence, gently and lightly, since last Thursday, and I have this sense he is with my mother in heaven and someday I will see them both again.
