Tears flow as December sky melts into dusky greys, pinks, and Advent blue. Illuminated within window’s frame. Accompanied by bubbling pots. Air filling with dinner’s smells as soft white lights twinkle on tree, in star, from candles.
I stand in the middle of our kitchen. Stopped by resonating sounds of Pachelbel’s Canon in G Major. Since seventeen knowing every single note of this piece. Phrases allowing my thoughts and sensations space. To fall into shaking, trembling tears. Today, tears filled with joy.
This day at dusk,
~Four years and four months since we lost Tony,
~Four years and four months from when my body filled with cyclical, raging chemicals,
~Four years and four months since I vowed to Tony, God, and myself that we could and would heal,
~Four years and a few months since I began documenting our experience,
~Four years and a few months from my decision to be transparent about the pain of healing grief with trauma,
~Ten months since the last of these life or death bodily chemicals transformed fully into living,
~And in the last ten months of my seminary studies,
My dream of a sharing our story and in doing so continuing Tony’s healing work reaches fruition.
I humbly announce our journey through grief and trauma recovery becomes a forthcoming book to be published by Chalice Press.
And in celebration of healing and dreams, my literary agent Kate Sheehan Roach and I smiled and giggled our way through the contract signing! Knowing this moment, while brief, overflows with days, months, and years. Contract signing.