saturday

The sun shines and beckons, and I pursue butterflies around the gardens. Elusive spirits that gently touch down to drink of life before paper thin wings carry them away. Fragile blooms that take to the air.

Today family visits and we soak up each other's company, the first family get together since the funeral. We touch on it with words, but not too many words, and the hole becomes visible and tangible, but it is too fresh, and we cover it with banter, not sure how to peer into this depth called "life without her". It is just over a week now, 8 days.