I’m not a stuff person, and I don’t go asking for gifts a lot. But I feel like this might be a good occasion.
I’d like you to give me something. Nothing huge, and preferably something that can be sent by email or explained via phone call. A poem. A picture. A prayer (I’m specifically looking at you, E.D., because you know how I love your prayers).
Some of you have honored me with a gift already. C.Z., your concert dedicated to me counts. T.V., your quote counts. G.D., your email, which you thought communicated nothing except that you didn’t know what to say, that counts. I’m collecting these little treasures, and they help honor, grieve, and celebrate the little treasure I lost.
Consider it a shower, a non-baby shower, a showering of love. Consider it me doing a rare thing– asking for help.
here’s my gift to myself, an unfinished poem:
pinched and folded,
closed before it opened,
brittle before it bloomed
showered in dew
drops like tear drops
red petals fallen