Permanent
I did a thing, a something I thought I would always be too indecisive for completing. I got a tattoo. There are a list of reasons that I chose this specific expression in the mystery of grief. It is a sigh of relief in a peculiar way, a physical thing I carry with me in the agonizing absence of presence. I need to carry something from my boy into the fu ture while I wait. The truth is, love grows in so many of our relationships, people colliding into one another in the messy spaces and places of life. Our hearts are always confronted with decisions, markers in the continuum of time. We choose love and we feel love in those moments. For example, Haddy loved to rock, his deep breathing a blanket of rest and peace. If you ever had the distinct blessing of that experience, you know it's beauty surpasses that which words can describe. You know the exchange of brilliant, unconditional love. We have these moments with al...