Grief is an ocean. The depths of which are tempered by the varied memories and love that are held.
Have you ever been buried alive? I mean not in a casket or anything like that. Nothing strange, but just being buried alive at play or by accident?
Celebrations are hard fought and
won at the expense of our loss and despair.
We celebrate by masking our sadness.
As, I contemplate retirement, I also contemplate what it is I’ll be filling my time with. Retirement, doesn’t mean just sitting on my ass and not accomplishing anything.