My internet connection is still not working, so I'm writing this in a coffee shop, and will be brief. This afternoon is my memoir-writing class, and then at 5:00 there's a Mass for Gwen that I will attend. I also have tickets for a Gordon Lightfoot concert at the Michigan Theater. More about that later. In a way, each day the pain lessens, but the dull ache is constant.
Back in August a friend sent me this poem:
In the quiet moments of the brisk morning, came to me
The distinct humming sounds of a humming bird wings.
In that quiet moment, Gwen came to me
A song of thanks this bird's wings did sing.
Ginette Walton, August 2, 2011
How I wish you were going to that concert with me, Dear; you so loved that sort of thing.
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