-a dispatch from the grief process
Some mornings I wake up and forget that he is dead.
I wake up with a head full of ideas to discuss or questions to be asked. Then I start to remember. It’s like reliving the initial moment all over again. I realize what has happened. Run through the gamut of emotions that have been experienced thus far, remember a little more, add to the experience. Ask the questions of myself “Now what?” for the 17th time, for today.
There’s a counting of the distance as it increases.
Like watching the land disappear as you take off on a flight.
What is left behind?