Grief, Uncategorized

March 13, 2018

Stomach flips. Throat clenches. Tears sprout. Heart hurts. Upon waking my body knows. Nineteen months today.

Before the house wakes, walking a path. Beating the searing sun. Morning breeze caressing my face.

Following steps strolled when we were an us. Heads bent in discussion. Sometimes holding hands. Small moments alone. Life full of others, loved and served.

Yesterday three walking a canyon trail. Quiet in exchanged words. Desert sun sweating. Me, following two dreams. Creations. Miracles. Life moving in tandem. Sadness and future.



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