sixteen years ago today, chan died. my mourning has died to almost a whisper, and has not kept me awake for many years. but there it is - she Was, then she Was Not.
i am blessed by our brief intertwining of paths. but i must focus on the living, on the Now. i have many for whom i am thankful for, these others whose paths cross and/or parallel mine time and again.
time to let the dead sleep. time to open all the doors and let the ghosts of Was billow and fly away. time to get my house in order.
it is my time, now. if i fail, i have no one else left to blame… and no one left who can justly blame me for their own fate.
this is not denial; this is absolution.
full circle, but higher up the mountain. now the journey begins anew.
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