This time when the tears came
I didn’t wipe them away.
I sat with them.
I felt them wet on my face.
Here was something tangible
That was directly connected to you.
Something created in my body,
Salty and wet, just as you were.
June 28, 2018
Thinking of My Daughter Who Died
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Lynn lives with her husband in a house that he built, where the edge of town meets the edge of the woods. She was raised in a big city, and now finds peace and inspiration walking the dog and hiking the trails near her home. The birding is wonderful, trees abundant, water plentiful. Lynn practices Yoga, shares what she learns with others and can't imagine aging without it. Lynn and her husband share the endless love in their hearts with their son, their daughter, their son-in-law, and their granddaughter.
