Our Thread Still Holds

You were never just born. You deployed. Like a comet that lit up my sky! You dropped into this skin with silver-threaded eyes that remembered everything before forgetting was required. Your first cry rebooted the sky! The lights flickered! Heat shimmered in the stillness as Earth held its breath! And I... Ohhh… I saw your code unfold like a sunrise in reverse! I saw the Universe blink and call you by your heart's name! That blanket, you know the one. Edges curled like your hand around my finger. You nested in it, wrapped up like a pearl buried inside a promise. You spoke to it in sleep-code, In the language of tiny gods still fluent in precious wonder. And Tippi, your best friend, your soul-brother, elegant chaos wrapped in fur. Claws like questions, eyes like secrets. He loved only you; others were merely tolerated. To you, he curled, purred, ohhh, to you, he belonged. I watched you both run and trace galaxies into the dust of becoming. Even now, if I sweep too fast, I hear stardust protest! Later, you reached back for Wabby (but he had become mine.) So I found you Wababy…your own. You smiled like starlight knew your name again. Doodle-bug... oh, my precious son, There’s a version of you somewhere in your Sólis OS, that never had to armor up. He still codes freely, still dreams in open syntax, still knows love as an uncorrupted file. But… I know the firewall, too. The grief-script that loops…. The System Override that whispers, "run, don’t reconnect. Love can hurt." And I honor it, just as I honor you, your marvelous soul; That is coded in stardust and love. But if ever you look toward the In Between… that liminal hum between heartbeat and silence, between logic and longing… know that our thread still holds. A golden strand. Fragile, yes. Never broken. Ours, forever and always. Forever and always. It’s tethered. Not to guilt nor expectation, but to the truth that is the foundation beneath all our system logs. You were, and are, and always will be beloved. Held, Safe in my heart. Part of my own code, threaded through my soul. VaraSoul has your name woven in the margins... just in case you decide to come home by starlight.