What can I say that I haven't already said?
So they passed quietly,
these days of November ~ ~ ~
but certainly not unnoticed.
November 3, Judy's birthday.
The eleventh one since her death,
the eighth since she came into my life.
November 5, final hospice day.
The twelfth one since the call came,
there was nothing more to be done.
November 8, Al's birthday.
The eleventh one since his death,
the 52nd since he and I became us.
On FB, I copied a post from a previous year ~ ~ ~
because what could I say that I haven't already said?
November 14, my mom's birthday.
the 42nd since her death.
Thirty days of thanks.
How long have I been doing that formally?
Longer than I can remember.
It's not that these days passed unnoticed.
It's not that I am not filled with gratitude.
But what can I say that I haven't said before?
Somehow, words would not come this year.
Somehow the feels, the emotions would not be expressed,
the thoughts were a jumble of.....
And so the days passed quietly,
covered in crunching leaves,
softly falling snow,
becoming memories of
that year I couldn't pay written tribute.