Love

There are many ways to love.

Ambushed by the Biscuits

I've been peaceful most of today, so I went to the grocery store for necessities. Everything was fine until I went by the cold case where they had the Pillsbury Biscuits in the cardboard cylinders.

Lohain and I shared those, along with a common bowl of flank steak strips, for what turned out to be his last meal. He had relished each one, commenting a couple of times about how good they were, and insisted I eat three.

Seeing the cartons opened up my grief again, I started crying. And while I wanted to let the tears flow, I was not going to do so in the middle of the grocery store. The awareness of his loss has opened up again like a big, black hole.

Nothing is Ever Lost

Through my grief, I am able to take comfort in knowing that this life is not the only life, and that Lohain's death in this body was not his ending. He lives on in another state, and he continues to love me as I continue to love him.

We will be together again.