No Insights

I've sat for much of today with Sue's ashes in my lap in a hardwood box. I tried to draw something from it, but there was nothing. I thought of the authors Sue helped in various ways, and who flooded to the memorial service to thank her. I thought of the gold ring on my finger, and wonder if it meant anything different now. But I have no revelations to share. I thought of my best friend and lover, but she was ash in the box. Even so, I was very, very glad to have that box tight against me.