A quiet Saturday. I shop for dinner; one rib-eye steak (bone-in for Lucy), a good bottle of red wine. And there it comes again; quietly and unexpectedly...grief...I have this thought, "Oh another part of me is being put back into place." When my dad died it felt as though I had been dismantled-taken apart. Now, slowly and without warning, the pieces of me that had been pulled apart slowly begin to show themselves anew. A newer, parent less Mary, free in a way I've never known. It isn't sadness but an acute awareness of my new life.
Now, I'm grilling the steak, drinking the wine and feeling so grateful for all that I have chosen.