How do I thank you all for your kindness, your generosity, your presence as I continue to grieve the loss of My Dan?
It’s been 3 years.
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 two for no particular reason.
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 empty plates on a little table.