Shimmer and Grief

Sometimes I clear my snout from the mud to reflect on life from truth and mood blood.

Life is worth living.

For any instance, yes.  I am blessed, I don't fret dress

Yet

I know somehow in the depth of unknown there is a shimmer no one else knows.

The shimmer of Humor so profound and kind and thick and wicked all time flows.

Humor.  Grief.

Humor, Grief sometimes and there around.

My Dearest Love, My Grandma Susie with my sons.  She equals supreme Humor and Acceptance, always.  I miss her mind.  I carry her.  I hear her daily.  I am guided by her Shimmer.