Sunday, March 2, 2014
This was the first year I celebrated Nora's birth, not holding onto her passing
This was the first year I felt her completely. Seven years. This was the year I allowed the ache of missing and loving her wash through and out of me. I felt the pain but was not the pain. This was the first year.
This year, I was in the warm water of the South Pacific, Kauai. I allowed the day to prepare for her birth/passing day to be soaked in salt, water and air. I was the ocean that day. I cried such yummy ache, felt it all and was held tenderly and strongly by the elements of an ancient island created by water, wings and wind. Both Nora and I were held that day.
Maholo Kuaui
February 28th darling daughter
This year, I was in the warm water of the South Pacific, Kauai. I allowed the day to prepare for her birth/passing day to be soaked in salt, water and air. I was the ocean that day. I cried such yummy ache, felt it all and was held tenderly and strongly by the elements of an ancient island created by water, wings and wind. Both Nora and I were held that day.
Maholo Kuaui
February 28th darling daughter
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