30 Hours + Five Years + Fifteen

Today marks five years since the 30 hours it took to say goodbye to my paternal grandmother and 15 years since my maternal grandmother died suddenly on a Sunday morning. The cliché goes “time heals all wounds” but it’s just another trite thing we say when we have no words. Grief is not a bell … More 30 Hours + Five Years + Fifteen


  Upside going down, outer edge of the spiral,     Still some space to move before sides start to tighten.     If only the choice were mine to make, up to air     Or going down, sliding to where the spiral ends.