Like yesterday’s storm, grief rolled in this afternoon, surprising me with its sudden fierceness. Just as quickly, it was gone, the skies cleared, the sun shone. The wind has picked up now and the moon is full. I am being swept clean, waiting for the next front to move in.

Tonight is the last night in the home that sheltered me while my body sheltered the miracle of dividing cells that became Benjamin.

The illusion we call time marches on.

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2 Responses to Storm

  1. Jessica M. says:

    I love that last line…. I hope that as time marches on many positive moments are on the horizon. ❤

  2. time marches on . . . and unfortunately, it’s the tracks its leaving all over my face is no illusion.

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