Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Sunday, February 19, 2006
Me and J. at the Como Conservatory on Friday Feb. 17th, 3rd anniversary of losing Miranda. We've sort of made this a tradition now. John takes off this day from work, we go to mass at the Basilica, then over to the Conservatory to take in some colorful beauty in the middle of drab winter.