“Your absence has gone through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color.” W.S. Merwin
Fourteen years. Has it been so few? It seems like forever. I remember like it was yesterday.
I remember you.
I can hear you laughing. How you held your head in your left hand; thumb on your cheek and fingers on the top. As if to hold the glorious weight of all that joy in your head and your hands and your heart for all it was worth.
“You can kiss your family and friends good-bye and put miles between you, but at the same time you carry them with you in your heart, your mind, your stomach, because you don’t just live in a world, but a world lives in you.” Frederick Buechner
It just keeps happening.
Young people dying.
I know of several young people who have died in the last several days. One of them was my cousin. I know that it happens all over the world in every culture every day.