Sunday, no list

Just a thought or two

It’s been one of those weeks when it seems loss has saved itself up in order to spill all over everything, in a roaring pour, all at once. I sometimes ask myself when it will end.

The answer is always this: it won’t. That’s too much to absorb, but I know it’s the truth, even though it seems senseless.

I can never figure out why so many of us have to suffer such deep grief in our lives — why children lose their parents too early, why parents have to lose their children at any stage, why mamas are left to raise babies alone. I can only have faith that there is a reason, if it can only be that sometimes things happen that we can’t reconcile so we will be reminded how not in charge of any of this we are. Whatever the case, unfathomable grief at some point reaches us all. And there is nothing so empty as a freshly empty chair at the familial table.

So much love to my friend of twenty-five years, Anastasia.

So much love to the family and friends of beloved Nashville songwriter and musician, Keith Gattis.

Songs say what words cannot.

Peace and Love,

Allison

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