Mar 8, 2016 08:33 AM
The tides of emotion wash back and fourth, day after day, month after month yet the memories, those precious gems of life still shine. Dark sometimes is the firmament upon which they rest but they continue to bathe my soul in warmth and love.
At times the pain is as fresh and angry as it ever was, too strong to contain and it floods out as a cascade of grief. Other times it is remote and quiet. Never is it absent.