Dear Jim, How did it come to be a year since you left this earth? Somehow I have moved forward through these days and weeks, building my own new life, one hour at a time. Moving towards a life re-imagined, that I can’t quite envision yet. Maybe you can see it. Maybe you see me …
First day of spring…this was Jim’s favourite day of the year. I can’t believe he’s not here to see the plum tree blossoming. I won’t see him outside with his scope, watching for migrating birds. He won’t be sitting on the deck in his old green chair, a pair of binoculars in his lap, bright …
I have so much beautiful music I haven’t listened to since Jim died. I know it will stir up memories from the deep center of my heart, where all the pain surrounds. But I want to reclaim this music, so it can continue to wrap around my new life. Camino by Oliver Schroer was our …
So many things vanished when you died. As my life moves forward in time, I’ve now reached my first Christmas without you. I absorb all of the absences. The feeling of the bed all warm and snug like a nest, when you were sleeping beside me. Smiling at each other the moment we first heard …
It’s been a long time since my last post. Many golden hours have come and gone. I must tell you why I’ve been gone. On the day of the spring equinox — my husband’s favourite day of the year, when the season holds the promise of birds migrating back to their nesting grounds, and new …
