There are still many long and loss-haunted days. Times I feel like giving up. Moments when grief strikes suddenly, like a rattlesnake hidden in tall grass. I see his face every day. His absence is so tangible it has its own body. But the world is filled with new green, and it reminds me that there are beautiful things that continue on. Delaney and I keep our back-to-back appointments visiting Dr. Hannan. Delaney’s thumbs start to heal, and so do I. I keep writing through the tempests of pain. That helps a lot too.
