Grief comes when everything is a memory, and you are the last one to find it significant at all.

Hats and scarves and cowls that I spent hours on, in secret, for him.

The things he didn’t take with him and forgot. Grief came in folding up everything carefully and putting it in a box with other things he left behind.

We each have our own separate lives to live, and I’m assured that he’s managing today as I am. Different. Not bad, just different.
That is a little sad, but it is not what I would call grief.

No, grief came today when I opened a closet and decided to clean it out. When I found all my hand-made

You can’t make it show up, and while you can ignore it, you can’t banish it. I’ve learned that grief can surprise you.

Today is my ex’s birthday, the first one in 21 years that I have not celebrated with him. It was okay. I sent a gift and wished him well. I have had long moments where I forgot.

Both of these assumptions I had about this situation irritated me.

It’s not a secret that I’m struggling, or that divorce is hard… but I can’t conjure up a feeling, or put on a show of emotion for things that aren’t there. I can acknowledge, and move on.

Grief has its own unpredictable tides…

This is so pretty. I live in Olympia and was introduced to your work here. Where will your markets be?

And how I’d be lookin right before you did it

Oysters grow out of trees, and I don’t quite know what the small brown one is, but the red one is an Amanita- Fly Agaric :)