Bunny Plates on a Little Table

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How do I thank you all for your kindness, your generosity, your presence as I continue to grieve the loss of My Dan?

Some days I need silence, closed shutters, the darkness of dealing with the death of my beloved.

Other days, I want to fling open all the windows and welcome the light.

There’s no rhyme nor reason to either response.

Today, I set the little kitchen table for Spring.

Tomorrow I may detest its sweet offer.

This is what grief looks like.

It’s messy, and fearful, and beautiful in its own way.

It’s bunny plates on a little table.

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