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.
July 31
Oh loving God, let the day I die be familiar.
October 6
strolling in a cemetery…reading gravestones…found one with my name on it…wasn’t ready for that