Karl Luiskandl

Here I was with him, the last time I was able to hold his hands, though they were already cold. And yet the whole moment was akin to being at the centre of a star that radiates light, eternal. No fire nor heat, but the deepest of warmth. Lifelong memories were passing by, many moments of both joy and also regret, shared amongst us - father, mother and son. Conscious of what might have been but was... more