Too Much

Distance between two points

Time before you died

Time after

Distance feels like

Years

Months

Days

She sprinkles it

Into her glass

Add water

Directions state

Particles

Sparkle

Magical

Just waiting for the sadness to pass. It sits so heavily on my chest . Not always present. More like a visitor or an intruder. Mothers Day. Birthday . Both fall in May for me. Holidays without my spouse. High school and college graduations. The deposit on a dorm room. The fee for cap and gown. How can words on…

Amazing the stuff we collect.

It doesn’t seem like much until you have to go through someone else’s belongings. The little notes she kept, the odd receipt, clothes that didn’t fit. That she was waiting to get to the right size to wear again. Photographs of a life and a life time…