One giant leap for . . .

So we are going to have tea, that sweater and me. Celebrate firsts and circles and release. Chase the swirls of steam with my raised cup and toast peace.

Time

Let go.

Peaceversary

And so I am gifted with the core of who Beardo is – not was – everyday. I have the privilege of knowing the person he was striving to be, because he has become.

Caregiver, too

I don’t have a #metoo story, other than that creepy great uncle who showed me how to play pool. But when my fellow caregivers speak, I am reminded.

Death strips bare

They passed as flesh no longer served. But they continue the conversation you both started when you were born to one another.
Hold yourself. Hold.
There is this whole lifetime

That you shared.

Spirits, having flown

“Why did you love someone who did not love you the way you deserved?” Because he deserved to be loved.