It’s clouding up on this first day of July and storms are forecast for this afternoon but hopefully when I’m ready to head out in early evening for jazz and Japanese food the sky will be clear again.
I’m hoping that calm and sunshine carries me through for the next two months. It’s hard to find words for this first year journey. Maybe I’ve been treading water, moving just to keep myself steady. There was no morning where I bounded out of bed and raced into the kitchen to find someone I loved waiting for me to engage with for day.
Treading… I’m remembering how you spoke about your time on the island of Cyprus aiding Jews held with you in the holidng camp, trying to escape to Palestine when the British held power. You treaded water for hours when those plans were thwarted .
I’m treading next to you now, wondering when this life without you will feel normal.
August 21…. our first anniversary apart. What will that day feel like?
MIss you on our first 4th apart. No barbecue with friends at 247 Oradell Ave.