Almost eight months have passed since losing Enzo, and in my final essay I reflect on what I was, now am, and one day will be.
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A meditation while strolling through a Japanese garden.
As time moves forward, a new past begins to take shape.
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December 2022

After six months, the first dream finally arrived.
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Almost every day I pass the place where Enzo left this world; today it was a new, and deeper, experience.
The past talks to me often, even when I do not wish to listen.
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November 2022

A wish for Thanksgiving Day
As Thanksgiving Day approaches, I meditate on the meaning of thankfulness in the midst of loss.
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Through a gentle film about loss and restoration, I reconnected to the world.
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Reflecting on doors not opened, I wonder what I could have known that is now lost.
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October 2022

There is no word in English for a parent who loses a child, and I now understand why that is so.
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On this special day, I start the process of bringing light into the darkness.
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