Grief

 Maybe you can understand that

The worst part of the day is

when for a brief moment

I actually think that

I can call my friend.

Then the mind & heart react

just as quickly

without a moment to miss

& the tears start flowing

as if waiting to burst out.

Sometimes I wipe the tears

before they reach the cheek.

Hoping no one can see the pain.

Other times

I let them run their course,

down my face they go.

What’s the point of holding it in?

even if I try to, I can’t

hold them back

keep them,

 from expressing

the void in my life.

Why can’t I reach out

and call my friend

Minnesota 2010

This is Marcos' trip to Minnesota on June 2010

What moves through us is a silence, a quiet sadness, a longing for one more day, one more word, one more touch, we may not understand why you left this earth so soon, or why you left before we were ready to say good-bye, but little by little, we begin to remember not just that you died, but that you lived. And that your life gave us memories too beautiful to forget.

I HATE BREAST CANCER!!!!!

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Last night, my friend Janet L. informed me that her breast cancer is BACK! Spread into her lungs. She will fight, she will fight HARD, and she WILL win. I will SMILE like nothing is wrong. Talk like everythings PERFECT. Act like it's just a DREAM & pretend like nothing touches me.

Is the world listening?

In Remembrance of My Dad in Law/with Love