[hello.]
Tuesday, October 13, 2020
Wednesday, January 29, 2020
Thursday, December 5, 2019
Friday, November 22, 2019
Every time that she says goodbye now, even when she is just leaving the salon for the day, it feels like she is saying goodbye. Not see you soon. I always grieve ahead of time in hopes it will dull the pain when the day actually comes. I always try and press it in now so I do not have to think of it later. Then.
The last time we went running together, we walked the whole way. It was a Monday and the leaves had been pushed down by the snow; They were less crinkly. We had breakfast just like other mondays. But it was goodbye. I knew that. My friend. 10 years of raising or arms to mKe people beautiful. Now I was all alone. For 6 years at least, the military would take her. So goodbye is the appropriate word, despite texting and calling and visiting home. Work will not be the same. I know it.
Friday, September 20, 2019
Wednesday, July 24, 2019
Monday, July 1, 2019
broken
There is a crowd of us, crazy with love and loud music and dancing with crippled hands and disjointed spines. They are the beautiful ones.
(Avery.)
I spoon feed him, his eyes watching every transaction between the bowl and the spoon
If I have even one piece of cabbage falling off the edge of it, he waits till I correct it, knowing that if I don't it is bound to find a place on his shirt. This is the respect he has for himself. He takes his time with the chewing. I cannot shovel it in like the workers must with their hands so full of so many children to feed. I try to look at him with every bite. I try to learn what he wants and needs because he may only get this week of that.
I learn, though he cannot speak, that the spoon needs to be very full or he will not take it into his mouth. Looking down at the piece of rice I irresponsibly let fall off the spoon, and then up at me, he waits.
I collect it. Add it to the orange bowl. He smiles.
He is talking to me with his eyes, so round with warmth and bursting with water. He waters me, as I feed him. I am a student.
This week, is a gift for both him and I. I water him, like I would my plant, and he smiles like I wish my plants would. There is nothing like this.
And so, I am heartbroken because him, and I cannot describe the growing inside of me after the last two months.
(I have never been more excited to be broken.)