One day I hope to be able to write in depth about what it’s like to lose a much-loved husband and friend of 40 years.
How do you do that without writing a 1,000-page book?
For now, I’m remembering Dan Alan Vowell, who died a year ago yesterday. In the Buddhist tradition, I tied a ribbon of remembrance and prayers on the oak tree in the backyard outside our (now my…do I call it my or our?) kitchen window.
Sending love your way forever.