Friday 55: On Missing
My first stab at giving grief a face three years ago. Not pretty. Ragged feelings on the page. It gave voice to that raw, empty ache I had in my middle, that something missing. I could barely form sentences and needed a picture to take up the slack. Making poetry and art helped me through.
This post is for my running buddy Violet who just buried her mother.
For +Mera Kranfel who just lost a friend.
For my dad--still missing you Daddy but most days the memories have smiles attached instead of tears.
And for G-Man and the Friday 55 gang--missing you all is something I can fix.
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