this journey is long.
there are days my feet walk well, i stand tall....i speak with steadiness....i have clear eyes.
then, something happens and i find myself touched in the tender place of loss...
this time, it was listening to a friend tell my friend's mother--my dear friend who just died...what she needed to do....."you need to eat, you need to ...., you need to............and on and on..."
all said to sayto her with deep love, "take care of yourself" you need to.
then i said to her....with a dear tenderness..."you can do what i did....and she turned and looked at me...and i said, "you can drink." and she said..".it would help the pain, wouldn't it?"
and i said, "it did help me"
and my other friend said--"don't tell her that!"
and I said, as i looked at my friend's mom..."she hasn't lost a child, she doesn't know....."
ugh...
it is amazing that any of us who has let go of our dearest child's hand, ever stood up again.
now, i don't live there in that place, but i still know how to find it...and it is sometimes very close....i remember the air...the feel, the horror of the days of those early moments--that still cross my doorstep, sometimes too often, most times...no one knows.
another holiday coming...another full moon....more and more your voice is softer in my memory...it is harder to remember....
i miss you.
i miss you.
i miss you.
