As always, you reflect on the meaty stuff, dearest Susie, in language that is so lyrical that I want to read every sentence 5 times. You could probably write about burnt porridge and I would be in tears. What a gift you have.
Tomorrow is Christopher’s 6th “angelversary”. Don’t really know how I feel except that it’s not like those first few years of heart wrenching grief. Your words always make me pause and ponder, Susie. Blessings, Patty
As always, you reflect on the meaty stuff, dearest Susie, in language that is so lyrical that I want to read every sentence 5 times. You could probably write about burnt porridge and I would be in tears. What a gift you have.
I might have to try the porridge thing. It would be a great exercise.
Serious words on everyday life.
Serious business
Tomorrow is Christopher’s 6th “angelversary”. Don’t really know how I feel except that it’s not like those first few years of heart wrenching grief. Your words always make me pause and ponder, Susie. Blessings, Patty
I'll be thinking of you a little extra tomorrow.
That's a strong one! Many thanks for the poetic contemplation.
My pleasure....to know you and share our writing.
Beautiful post, Susie.
I, too, was surprised when my father’s ashes weren’t ashes at all. Even more surprised when, 20 years later, my mother’s were.
Blessings to you on this blustery fall day 🍂🍁🔆
The materiality of ashes is hard to comprehend, isn't it?
Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. Very unsettling when ashes aren’t dust! And then… how does a person become reduced to just this substance in a sack?
Are you in touch with another dimension of what remains?
Haunting and beautiful, Susie.
Thanks for reading, Don
Yup. Thanks, as always.
Much appreciated, Glenn.