FEELING JOINED

These friends all knew me since Andrew’s early childhood—Karen since before he was born.

As we were walking home, I was next to Joan who had dropped off some of her beautiful peonies for me on Andrews’s death day with a wonderful card remembering Andrew. 

As I was thanking Joan for these kind gifts, I felt what a salve, other peoples remembrances of Andrew are to me. Somehow, the spontaneous sharing of my loss by these friends is an indescribable luxury.

 I could feel my loss while being supported. I felt joined