Now that he is buried, I don’t know where to start…like I’m standing within reach of the merry-go-round yet can’t find the timing to climb back on
death
January 21
So hug me now while we can. Give me a mischievous wink, a warm, welcoming smile, a reassuring hand on the shoulder.
January 9
There comes a point where we let go completely…of trying to remember, of paying attention, of doing.
October 30
I have been graced to witness someone come to know in the core of his being that he was loved as he was…
October 24
…if you lean in you can hear the moaning…it is only human to wish for something else