Saturday I drove westward to Cannon Beach. Sunday I drove eastward to Hood River. Each trip included snow and clouds on the way there, water and sunshine on my arrival.
I wish grief were as simple as a beginning and an ending, the freeze and the thaw, darkness then light. But I think it’s really more about setting out, journeying, having many departures and arrivals, moving in and out of darkness, and making many return trips.
Composed February 28, 2017—one week after my beloved dog Pasu died at age 14
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