Another year gone past, and suddenly the day is upon me. If it weren’t for Karen’s post on Facebook, I would have missed it. And that makes me feel sad and a little guilty. And then I think of how we miss you in thousands of little ways, the daily-ness of missing you, and how that missing is somehow just as heavy as landmark dates like today.
Two years ago we said goodbye. I hope you understand, Art, how we much we still feel the void.
The Oak Tree, by Claire Evans
The thick strong branches sway in the breeze,
as the roots bathe in the rich earth.
The leaves rustle and some drift to the ground.
Chocolate chipmunks scurrying to gather acorns in the long grass.
The bark rugged and brown. Birds singing on the branches,
as another day goes by.
BUDDY BREATHING 