Mieke Jasmine Oort

Mieke Wings

Mieke, you flew too close to the sun. Your wings melted. You fell to earth and we didn't catch your fall.

We grieve and grieve and grieve.

To comfort us in this grief you will teach us how to repair your wings. It will take much time but we will find the clues you have left us. Everyone who ever loved you and those who would have ever loved you will seek and find and help rebuild.

Some day I will try to fly. I will run and run and flap as hard as I can. Some day, I will take flight and soar like an eagle, but not today. Not tomorrow. Not for a while.

When that day finally comes I will make you proud. I will take you into my arms and fly up into the sky. I will show you your land where you rest in peace. I will remind you of all the wonderful places you have been and wave to all the people who you love and to all the people who love you. It will be a grand tour with you in my arms.

Then you and I will teach others to build their wings and dash them with glitter. You and I will teach them to fly and they can join us. Your big sister will learn fast and build her wings. She will join us in flight. Your mom wll watch us from the ground for the longest time but, eventually, she too will join us.

Of course their wings won't sparkle with glitter quite like yours but they will be gorgeous all the same. Any wing is magnificent, right?

Maybe one day your big sister or mom or dad or anyone willing to learn to fly will forget about the sun and fly too high. But, do not worry because all the people who love us will catch us if we fall.

Dad