Ten months since Eddie’s passing. !. Time has been flying. Healing is happening. Today at the cemetery I talked to a very nice man who lost his beautiful 21-year-old son eight years ago. I could tell his grief journey is different than mine even though both of ours are grounded in love. I can’t say what the differences are—because I really don’t know—all I know is mine is beautiful and I’m being guided. One thing he told me is that he is praying for a miracle; I am not. I told him to keep believing.
grateful for wu-tang, blueberries, sore muscles, antibiotic ear drops, short work week, my brain, territory, and all the sweetness.
2:54 a.m.
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