grief

Echo

Tomorrow is my grandpa’s 93rd birthday. It feels like he’s been on holiday — like our grief is some compounded sadness over an absence of three months, not forever. Three months. A leaf, falling with timid grace from a tree. A baby, giggling as they curl their fingers around your own. Tiny, new fingers —Continue reading “Echo”

Missing You

The truth is that you’re gone, with the wind, in the ground — it’s all the same, uniting with Earth, new energy again? The truth is that my dad will never get to see his dad the same way, again. A heaven, a hell, a change from life to death has been promised to usContinue reading “Missing You”

The Kitchen

The ottoman sits, four legged, brown bodied with flowers sewn in pink and gold, green leaves trailing off the edges. I’ve seen it every day, this quarantine. Next to it, the refrigerator stands silver, tall, certain — more spacious than we could have bet on for a three bedroom in Brooklyn — humanized withContinue reading “The Kitchen”

I suppose all I can do is feel it when it comes, and devote my life to loving in a way he, too, deserved to love. for all those we have loved and lost February 3, 2016

Loss

I’ve been thinking about loss, lately. How forcibly it comes and takes away– so difficult it is to let go. People are my backbone and thoughts of being uncomfortable around them simply verifies this fact. Yet I know my life, life, is full and there are no “buts.” I will letContinue reading “Loss”