Time has continued to move along, although, at times, it seems at a snail’s pace, while I learn many new skills and continue with others; hoping one day to make sense of it all.
I’ve learned to care for the cat, earning her trust, and to properly care for the plants. How to hold each leaf from the underside while gently wiping the top, one after the other, while dusting them.
I’ve even begun to enjoy dusting the small things that once, I couldn’t pick up without breaking; knowing that each item reignites a memory, reminding me of a life I dearly loved.
Yet, there are still those items that bring me to a standstill; reminding me that things are not as they seem, as hard as I try to make them appear so.
Things like an old song, no longer sung or a distant thought, I had reason to be put away; one that flies in at breakneck speeds, from somewhere beyond, and our picture hanging on the living room wall.
