and i haven't seen him since
except in my memory - i keep hoping he will haunt me.
i feel like i've lost my way with blogging
like i've lost my way with everything.
Papa had a beautiful and green burial.
just what he very specifically wanted, a pine box, out by the monastery.
Father Vincent did a lovely job with the memorial service.
it was so personal.
i'm still (mostly) here, gutted
and possibly more likely to pop up on fb or instagram
but some of my friends are only in blogland,
so i'll try to be here too
as i reinvent life, and find something to say.
right now nothing much seems to matter enough to bother,
except thank you for being here.