“Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.” W.S. Merwin
Fourteen years. Has it been so few? It seems like forever. I remember like it was yesterday.
I remember you.
I can hear you laughing. How you held your head in your left hand; thumb on your cheek and fingers on the top. As if to hold the glorious weight of all that joy in your head and your hands and your heart for all it was worth.