Twin lives

Well, my dears, there was always going to be tears. Parting, in the words of the Bard, is such sweet sorrow and indeed 'twas. For early this very evening my darling lady guardian said goodbye to her dearest twin sister and husband, homeward bound. Two halves, separated by lives and half the world, no less precious nor loved for the differences. Tis a subdued lady guardian whose lap I sit upon in an attempt to give comfort. One who loves England, t'other Australia; olive skinned brunette, fair skinned red head; hot and cold. Opposites joined by birth wherever life takes them, in hearts and minds forever. Uncertain of the next meeting in person, but firm plans for electronic messaging and meeting. Twin sister's husband has said he will bring her back, great comfort at such times, thank you darling man for calm is found in these uttered words. Safe journey home to my dear cousins, waiting patiently for your return. Our love goes with you and my guardians have fond memories of walking, climbing trees, Shakespeare, art, architecture, fun and laughter. May your memories of our holiday together be as joyous as our own. Love speed you,  comfort and care for you.