I am crying...hard enough to make my nose protest...that is something new since grief...it is hard to describe...
and as I lay on the hot front steps, sending back the sun's blaze from the day as it is almost midnight,
I find myself talking to him...asking him to be my guide
but I realized...the universe...god...life....
it showed us.
It showed us good.
Years before him, I wrote of the thing that scared me the most.
Being alone. afraid, crying, in a corner, lost...
His greatest fear was dying.
notes and thoughts from a widow and mother of three
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