January seems particularly dark this year. Despite the slowly lengthening days and the slivers of hope afforded by the earlier sunrises and later sunsets, it’s gloomy.
Fierce Gratitude
After my friend died unexpectedly from a stroke 15 months ago, I wandered through my days in a fog, not able to focus on the tasks in front of me.
If I wondered if she’d been trapped inside her body unable to speak to us for that week, I’d think of her as a prisoner, stuck there in the hospital bed while her worried friends commented about the swelling in her legs, a phantom movement in her hand, her yellow nail polish.