Today has held feelings for which there are not names. Not in this language anyway. I am grateful for this space which still serves me so well. Here I can… Continue Reading In Our Hands.
In Our Hands.
on Tag: death
on Loquat Season.
on Benjamin died during loquat season. They were his favorites. This morning Michael and I were up before the sun, again, with coffee, wishing we could sleep more. We loaded up… Continue Reading Loquat Season.
In the Quiet.
on In the quiet, comes the grief. In the wind in the backyard. In the sink washing dishes. In the lighting of a candle. In his huge, unbelievable absence. I was alone… Continue Reading In the Quiet.
In the Moment.
on Last night, sleep came a little more easily. I woke up multiple times, and I know Michael did too, but the wake-ups were short-lived. We are warming to our bed’s embrace.… Continue Reading In the Moment.
After.
on This has been the hardest day. Even yesterday, the day my Benjamin died, was easier than this. Today he wasn’t here. And I wanted him to be. So badly. I… Continue Reading After.
Day 772/144
on I knew that Benjamin would die today. I knew that I would walk outside and feel the Florida February sunshine on my skin, and he wouldn’t, and I would… Continue Reading Day 772/144