Do you? Are you?

Do you move in a new way that allows for pause and pace so that when you look back you will smile with tears in your eyes at your own strength and bravery, in what you have released . . . in what you have handed to others . . . and what has come back to you, changed by its path?

Naked Banjo

I’m pretty sure he wasn’t naked. More likely wandering my house in his underwear, hammer and clawing his favourite instrument just as the mood struck. It was quite something to have that banjo around, and the wave of a man that came with it.

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.

Soul mirror

Is grief a soulmate? Should we let it show us to ourselves, and allow it to find its way?

I think it was a Gibson

I am getting lost in the memories of those who have gone before me. Who have been living stories. Death has me thinking about them, about what has shaped me and what I have let go.