“Ever has it been that love knows not its own depth until the hour of separation.”
– Khalil Gibran
We traveled 3000 miles. En route we celebrated a family wedding, acutely aware that we would never celebrate yours. We took our time. We sought out nature. We found the Grand Canyon. As I walked the rim I tried to comprehend what lay before me. It was my grief. Seemingly bottomless, the vastness almost incomprehensible. But its beauty took my breath away. Only in my grief do I truly understand your beauty and the beauty of your spirit. It has been 34 months. I saw the Grand Canyon. It was in front of me and it is inside of me – a chasm of pain and beauty. It is my grief and my blessing.