To all those with loss, with memories of loss, this season.  A party nite filled with fun and friends and the next morning your husband, father of your children, drops dead in his tracks.  A meal with an empty seat.  Faithful walking companion dog gone.  All these losses during the time of hyper-memories pulls at the tears.

Tears tell the truth of human love.  We love.  We lose.  We cry.  It’s just the way we are.  So cry for the love we have cherished.  Cry for the wrestling anger at time and space, scream at the split second he was here and now gone.

It is all love, even when it hurts.  Today I claim the arms of my Beloved mother, father, dog friend, cousin, grandfather and grandmother Divine to hold us all.