Thursday is Garbage Day

A few elements of living a nightmare. Now that one child is recently dead and the other is studying abroad we have suddenly the season of "the not-full trash can". I used to have to jam stuff in there, but now the can, in its small volume, has empty space to parallel that which we have in two empty bedrooms and in our hearts. Tonight as I put out the meagre discards of two lives, where we used to have four, the moon was up in its full glory. Our boy Seth, when but a toddler sitting on my arm, pointed at that moon over our house, and said one of his first words "moooooon". No more. It is a terrible thing.