Grief Never Grows Old

Thank you all so much for abiding and acknowledging the loss of my much loved and missed brother, Jim on the occasion of what would have been his 49th birthday.

Grief keeps its' own calendar, its' own clock. I am brought back to the acuteness of my loss through a date on the calendar, another missed milestone, a song, a scent.

Grief is like a wellspring and sometimes I will stumble upon it and sometimes I know just where it will be.

I choose to honor and remember, embrace fully of this life as if to take in the share of those I've loved and lost.

Late Fragment by Raymond Carver

And did you get what
you wanted from this life, even so?
I did.
And what did you want?
To call myself beloved, to feel myself
beloved on the earth.