“The greatest thing you’ll ever learn is just to love, and be loved in return.”
-Nat King Cole
“She said losing love is like a window in your heart.
Everybody sees you’re blown apart
Everybody sees the wind blow.”
Paul Simon, Graceland
I’ve learned that I can’t watch the news on days like these.
I have to put horse blinders on. And it’s not out of insensitivity, I’m just hardwired to conduct empathy in a much too combustible way for me to hold in my own two little palms. The bittersweet beauty in tragedy like this lays in the “gratitude reality check” you often get in those moments and days following the painful aftershock.
We all take a moment to pause.
We languish next to our lover’s warm body, resting next to us in bed.
Pull them closer to steal a few more precious seconds, instead of routinely leaping out of the covers in a mad-dash to join the rat race.
We drink them in — body, mind, and soul — over a cup of coffee, as news updates trickle in over the airwaves.
It’s a shame that our gratitude fades so quickly.
It’s something we should keep close.
I want to be closer to you.
I still think of you most days, and am relieved that you live on.
If only through my vivid memories…
Of your otherworldly coffee cakes and brownies with pecans.
Of the way you never wore a pair of jeans my entire lifetime.
Of your wry grin and twinkle in your eye.
Of how you taught me what a snapdragon was.
Of how much you loved Snoopy.
Of the way your powder room smelled.
Of how to truly love a man, as you loved your husband so dearly.
I’m so relieved you’re still here living on in the fabric of my mind.
I love you.
“You are the sky. Everything else - it’s just the weather.”