Through 179 blog posts.
The image says life is the best story,
to which I say,
Yes. I believe that is true
because death
is a part of life.
Dying inside
happens
repeatedly
after realizing
our person is never coming back.
Living again
is
something we learn to do,
small step by
small
step,
as we make our way thru grief.
“How long does it take?” one asked.
“As long as it takes.” they answered.
Weekly writing of this blog provides strong medicine for me.
Twenty-one more posts to the 200 mark. Counting by weeks, that falls right around the date of my beloved’s 4-year death-a-versary.
Surreal.
Four years, 200 blog posts, and 1,314 days since you left.
“How long does it take?” I asked.
“As long as it takes.” they answered.
EACH ONE
The sun rose and set
while
we
gathered in
our
family home and
held on
one
to
another
as your
journey away from
us
began in
earnest.
You
and
We
taking each step without
knowing
what, when, or how.
Like walking
in the dark,
not
seeing clearly
the path
ahead.
We held
you
and each other.
We hold
you
and each other
still.
“How long does it take?” we ask.
“As long as it takes.” they answer.
Keep going.
