I spent all of today chasing off (or more so, trying to chase off) bugs and kids that were bugging me. It is not a nice way to spend a Tuesday and I could have left the house or done something else… but I couldn’t.
It took everything in me just to get out of bed.
I miss Ryan.
I ache for his words and his listening and comfort and his coffee breaks and his thirst for knowledge and his lovely laugh and his eyes when Fisher is around and his heart beat.
“Africa is a dangerous place for great sorrow to live very long” – E.H.
Great sorrow is found and formed in the distance between or the separation of loved ones.
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