Over time- lots of time- I have come to accept the idea of physical loss. When Jamaica left me a year ago, the heartache crippled me. I knew that she was gone from here, but her place in my heart was safe and it is secure. Her barking woke me up one morning last week. Oh, I'm not crazy. We can just call it a dream.
Maxine has been gone nearly seven years and Lottie gave up twenty-something years ago. Here I sit, crying tears of sorrow between tears of joy as I run through fields of love.
Sometimes they just leave. Me? I don't know if absence makes the heart grow fonder. Hearts have limits. Right?