“She was no longer wrestling with the grief, but could sit down with it as a lasting companion and make it a sharer in her thoughts.”
— George Eliot
As I sat with her in the heat of the Texas summer morning, with tears streaming down my cheeks and my random sobs interspersed with the birds’ songs, I found myself laughing. I was thinking – She is having a fit right now seeing the footwear I’ve worn to be with her in the woods. She’d not likely find that a good excuse to wear rubber shoes and knee socks. It is four years ago today that I started on this unspeakable journey. I’m not sure when it happened, but at some point I’ve learned how to laugh and cry at the same time. The pain never lessens, in fact it grows with time, but maybe that is what makes room for the joy.