Take an ember from the sun and sew it into your heart. Let each heartbeat fan that tiny flame. What is time? Nothing at all.
It takes some time to learn to live with death. It doesn’t happen overnight. Death can be a horrible neighbor, a demanding housemate. Years have passed since my son left this life and death moved in with us. To stay. This house is still a home, but it seems a little darker now, even though I can still hear the echo of my son’s huge laugh.