{gratitude: 11.7}

It’s stupid to say I hate funerals; honestly, who likes them? Still, it feels like I’ve been to one every fifteen minutes in the last twenty-three months.

Nothing nice to say today; normally I don’t go to memorial services, because I think I remember loved ones better without – but, today I’m going, because it’s important to others, which is probably the reason most of us go. Today we’re remembering someone who forgot all of us before she left. We began to memorialize her long ago.

Dementia – Alzheimer’s – whatever you call it – is an expletive.


M sings a wordless hum,
Love crooning melody.
‘Y’ an arm that gathers close
What was loved and is lost to me.