December 22, 2016 in The Richness of Each Day, December 2016

I had a moment that was rich and uniquely the moment of the day, but I have forgotten it.

Maybe the moment to record is the one in which I found myself crying into my pillow at 4 a.m. It is a privileged experience to have had in one’s life a love that leaves such a exquisite realization of its loss long after that love has exited this world. I don’t live long in those moments and I don’t live for those moments. It is seldom that memory taps me on the shoulder in that particular way. But when it does I am reminded of how it was.

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