“I can feel his fingers” said Miles this morning after waking up in Daddy’s childhood bedroom.
"I am aware of what a peculiar, terrible club I am in. And I am all the more conscious, this year, that we are in a season of mass
#bereavement ... global in scope. I am far from alone...
as so many will be wondering how to set their tables, or if they will even be able to gather at all, I keep wondering if the key to seeing each other's humanity is in somehow recognizing how universal the terrible ongoing nature of
#loss is, how human it makes us, how frail, how essential each day is, when none of us has any idea about the next.
I wonder how we might all move forward, not just as each holiday comes, but as each day passes, not better, but altered. Meanwhile, the
#gratitude I'll have this Thanksgiving will still come: from having had the chance to know this love, even in its pain."
Thank you
@swildman for
sharing your heart, hurt, and a few words to connect us. xx B
