My favorite author, Brian Jacques, has left this world. While my heart mourns, a familiar passage from a story of his comes to my mind.
From Outcast of Redwall -
"Here I often gaze out o'er the seas,
When winter snows have gone to spring so fair,
Alone, except for the butterflies and bees,
Remembering the times we used to share.
Your spirit soars o'er places where I'd walk,
Not holding any friend on earth so true,
Upon your shoulder, good and faithful hawk,
O Skarlath, there was never one like you!
With heavy heart I sit alone in grief,
Lord of the mountain, ruling over all,
Wishing I could split a single leaf,
To bring you back again, with our old call."
Of course, Brian was not a kestral. I saw him more as a mouse, who would have lived in the gatehouse, keeping all the stories of Redwall Abbey safe and secure.
When I read his books, I went to another place, another time. It is because of his stories that Anya came into existence at all! Today, I will cry. Yet soon, the tears will dry. The memories of the joy he brought to the world will make me smile. This fox, one of the few to reside in Mossflower Wood as an ally of Redwall Abbey, will continue to share the tales of this wonderful person.