I have been sitting here thinking of dear Sidda, a young elephant, only 35 who passed away early Friday.
Following his story, I along with many believed he would overcome his wounds and frail body. With our whole hearts we told ourselves his spirit was stronger than the pain he was enduring.
This was not to be and as I read the stories since his passing, I only want to remember this dear soul this way.
Not being carried away, body broken and life recently releasing from it.
There is a sense of hope in his eyes, at least I see.
Where are we without it?
Rest in Peace dear Sidda, may you roam in the clouds forever.