There is no explaining grief.
But I will say it has gotten more difficult as the weeks go by,
as the void reveals itself and the chasm to be crossed, vast.
For me, everything has changed.
I was not expecting this.
I do know the happiness of her children is what will help her
find peace in her world made new.
And so, there are waters to navigate.
Old skins to shed.
Previously unimaginable choices to be made.
I wonder if a new freedom and new shades of orange wait on the further shore.
I wonder if I am already there in some form,
waiting with tulips and jonquils to lay at my unshod feet.