“There are four cars behind us,” R breathed as he glanced into the rearview mirror. We were bumping along the gravel-covered Control Road, eating the dust of the cars rambling ahead of us, leaving behind dust for cars behind us to swallow.
“Will our cabin be safe, papa?” Sophia asked from the back.
R and I looked [...]
Archive for August, 2009
safe
Posted in just gibberish on August 31, 2009 | 7 Comments »
Death barged in (a transient post)
Posted in Poems on August 27, 2009 | 4 Comments »
I’ve taken down the powerful, poignant poems but here’s the link to read about poet Kathleen Sheeder Bonanno and the poems she wrote in the aftermath of her daughter’s murder: the link
necklace
Posted in Grieving/healing/finding Hope, anniversary on August 21, 2009 | 19 Comments »
(wanted to title this “Labor of Love” but found it a little too… cheesy)
This is the necklace R made for me, on the day before Ferdinand’s anniversary.
He was not impressed with the technical quality and workmanship of the previous necklace but refrained from his criticism. Instead, he told me how it was made and that [...]
grief.life
Posted in Life after, just gibberish, just thinkin' on August 20, 2009 | 9 Comments »
I swear. I swear I have made many attempts to come here and elaborate on the points that I had scribbled on this post-it note that has been moved so often that sticky part is no longer sticky. Soon, little Lyra, who is threatening to be fully mobile any second now, and who lives true [...]
powerful poem
Posted in Poems on August 16, 2009 | 3 Comments »
Gal posted this on her blog. What a beautiful, gorgeous, powerful poem. Thank you, Gal, for sharing…
Kindness
by Naomi Shihab Nye
Before you know what kindness really is
you must lose things,
feel the future dissolve in a moment
like salt in a weakened broth.
What you held in your hand,
what you counted and carefully saved,
all this must go so you [...]
whine~
Posted in anniversary, just gibberish on August 12, 2009 | 10 Comments »
I have been trying to sit down to write a post. All these thoughts I had in my head the past two weeks, they are fast escaping me as I make feeble attempts to grasp at the shreds. “STOP!” I yell, but they are not listening, only running faster, taunting me, wagging their fingers at [...]
