Time

and temperature

I guess I’m always contemplative this time of year. August is heavy.

This coming Wednesday is the forty year anniversary of my parents’ deaths. The date looms each year— I invariably go through the choreography of it all thinking “this is the day we…” and I try to remember as much as I can. It’s so far away now, the details aren’t quite as sharp as they once were, but I’ll never forget how I felt during the few days before they died. Some days it’s hard to think about anything else. So, I don’t have anything fresh to share with y’all today.

I’ll probably be back mid-week.

I’m grateful for this community—it’s like shelter from the storm.

Peace. Love.

Allison

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