I learned of the passing of someone I knew this morning-- the half sister of an ex-boyfriend, killed in a head-on car crash. Mother of 3. My age. A bright, sparkling, beautiful soul that kept up a casual friendship with me long after the relationship had dissolved. Gone in a terrible, fiery instant.

There was a lot on my to-do list today. Instead, I watched a video she had posted only yesterday on Facebook about the faces of true love, cried hard, and fell asleep for an hour. My to do list didn't happen. Instead, I stuck my hands in dirt, dug in mulch. I wandered our yard, the spring awakening in this sweet old home new to us, and just marveled at the audacity of life to keep defiantly throwing up sheer brilliance and beauty in the face of time. 3 children will wake up tomorrow morning without the earthly presence of their mom. Hearts are broken, lives shattered, and a spectacular woman is gone.

And yet, these flowers. The crows in a raucous among the giant oak, the songbirds heralding the return of sun, and warmth. Breathing in all of it, all the pain, the hope, grief, and the rebirth that spring so relentlessly insists. It's just a moment, and yet, it's everything.

























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